
In the silence of the ether, dreams take flight,
To distant skies, where even stars find respite.
There, in soothing darkness, far from worldly strife,
Weary dreams find a haven, fertile ground for life.
Each Breath, a Whisper: The Calm of Illusions
Dreams, like birds, flutter in unison,
Seeking peace, a respite from pain and confusion.
In the night, they weave a nest of vows,
A sacred place, where even hopes can slumber now.
The Echo of a Sigh: The Embrace of Chimeras
Amongst the clouds, dreams cuddle close,
Away from days where reality imposes, and breaks those.
They drape themselves in shadow, surrender to fantasy,
In a realm where even chimeras are granted amnesty.
The Cradle of Fancies: A Refuge for Wandering Thoughts
Tired of roaming, dreams seek an asylum,
A sanctuary where fragile thoughts blossom, not succumb.
They nestle in the echo of a sigh, swayed gently,
Finding in silence, a well-deserved tranquility.


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