dream, place, time.

I dreamed of a girl,

sitting next to me with love,

a book open, words spoken,

my muse and my all.

I dreamed of a place,

made for us to share,

with smiles and laughter,

from winter to fall.

I dreamed of a time,

left best to dreaming,

of a place of fiction,

and tales a bit too tall.

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