Rani Turton - These Dreams

You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands
With silky gossamer thread
They shone in the sunlight
Rippled with the breeze
Sang softly at twilight
Those dreams and words and all that you said.

A wild winter breeze came and blew them away
They lie in the wet mud forlorn;
Those are the dreams of sometime, someday
But they might never have been born;
They took root in me and then grew and grew
These dreams I hope, will ultimately come true.

Rani Turton

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