Quiver

Dreams aren't always pretty,

They sometimes leave the wrong message.

Messages aren't always happy,

They sometimes reveal too much

I wanted to know more, and that I did

I wanted to tread further, and that I did

I did write my dreams on a piece of paper

And out of my hand, it tugged out and flew

Someone caught it, read it and smiled at the wind

For the dreams here his, and the paper said 'You'

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