That peaceful place in my dreams
Love’s rose was full in bloom,
soft green grass under my feet.
Insecurity’s cloud came and took its light away,
cascading the rains of doubt and washed all its colors out.
The roses dead, stem brittle and brown
weeping my soft pillow down.
Dreams that once were full of hope
sit silently in the darkness, blinded by fear.
The alarm shakes the suffocation away
keeping solemn thoughts at bay.
I reach and peel back the curtains,
envision the soft colors of rainbows neverending
rays that touch the field, as dark clouds sway in the distance.
Flowers in all the glory, colorful blooms all around,
Love’s roses all in yellow
Are that of a peaceful dreams reality.
My heart full of hope once again.
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