Rhyming poem:
>>Dream<<
it
was a dream,
or
so it would seem,
as
she walked through the forest,
to
find the gorgeous,
but
the forest was gray,
void
of color and play,
so
she sprinkled her dreams
on
the flowers and seams
of
the trees and the creak,
making
no noise, not even a squeak,
and
the gray forest
because
the gorgeous,
and
her dreams became bright,
full
of hope, love and light...
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