Ciara Adams - Dreams

A dream is a memory,
Made from the heart.
Made from energy,
Right from the start.

Where dragons sleep,
And faeries fly.
In mountains deep,
And in the sky.

Gardens of flowers,
Short and tall.
Full of powers,
For not one, but all.

The beauty there I cannot describe,
For it's forever moving with the changing tide.

Ciara Adams

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