Dreams are but fleeting visions of desires the will never be.
just as the passing beauty of a rose does not last.
so. too, may dreams bloom and wither in naught but a mere moment,
born and killed within the confines of blissful sleep.
but to dream for all eternity,
never to know the waking to a harsh reality …
would that i could sleep forever.
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