Made Of Nothing
Dreams are made of nothing,
they are not clothed in
skin nor
hair,
They tend to be illusions forced
through the mind
without going
anywhere.
Let not a dream blend your life, let
it only entertain and
make you feel
odd,
If dreams where tangible, you wouldn't
need reality, to enlighten
the works of
God.
Yorktown Disciple
Dreams are made of nothing,
they are not clothed in
skin nor
hair,
They tend to be illusions forced
through the mind
without going
anywhere.
Let not a dream blend your life, let
it only entertain and
make you feel
odd,
If dreams where tangible, you wouldn't
need reality, to enlighten
the works of
God.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11428
Quatrain of Made Of Nothing - 11428 - Yorktown Disciple
Poem Sanctum
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They
tend
to
be
illusions
tend
to
be
illusions
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