Take me now, fast asleep
weave me through my mind
like guided sheep
Out of today, into tomorrow
seemingly only moments
in a place of no sorrow
Either flying high, or sailing free
in a small atmosphere
limitless to where I may be
Whether a eagle, unicorn, or beaver
I close my eyes, ready to ride
A journey with the Dream Weaver
by John Lee
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Author:
John Lee (
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- Category: Fantasy
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