The Shape of My Dream … Someday

 

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The Shape of My Dream … Someday

 

 

 

 

Optional reflection below

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never sure of the meanderings,

The mind takes us places we cannot control,

For thoughts are random or not,

Blistering the skin sometimes,

Another a wondrous consolation.

 

Lord, let them pass,

Like a ship going out to sea.