A dream

The dust that falls from dreams
Is scarce to say the least

Floating across the ancient sea
Not hiding, but yet not seen

Sparkling hues of gold
Reflecting the world you know

The dust will dance all night
Followed by the pale gray light

To see its beauty, from a far
Like watching a shooting star

A dream, this must be
Reality it can not be


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