Having felt what dreams may be
The substance, matter I can see
And built a great wall around it
Out not to keep but inside lit
Candles guarded from outside winds
Because the light is what is needed
To life keep on what is seeded
And from them gardens grow
Nightlights plenty and stars to sow
Thus dream an endless flow
Of realities that may from mine dreams come
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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