Create A Dream
The dark rain whispered a dream,
a green star fell from the bright sky,
the world looked alive,
as butterfly's flew by,
and magic music,
played in the night,
as mothers' sat and read nursery rhymes,
as I create a dream to write,
Pink clouds float by,
blue birds fly.
As I create a dream to write....
By Mud Hen
© 2009 Mud Hen
(All rights reserved)
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