A canvas painted with hues unseen,
A symphony of thoughts, a silent scene.
A realm of wonder, where dreams take flight,
A cosmic ballet, bathed in mystic light.
In slumber's embrace, the mind takes wing,
A boundless expanse, where spirits sing.
A tapestry woven, thread by thread,
A masterpiece born, from dreamstead.
The dreamer, a creator, divine and bold,
Shaping worlds of gold, stories untold.
A universe vast, a celestial sight,
A cosmic dance, from dusk till night.
But dreams, elusive, fade with dawn's first kiss,
A fleeting moment, a mystic bliss.
Yet, in their wake, a seed is sown,
A spark ignited, a hope unknown.
For in the realm of dreams, the soul takes flight,
Soaring beyond the bounds of day and night.
A sanctuary serene, a peaceful place,
A refuge from the world's relentless pace.
The dreamer, a visionary, a seer of truth,
A seeker of knowledge, a lover of youth.
A poet's heart, a painter's eye,
A mystic's soul, soaring high.
So let us dream, let us aspire,
To reach for the stars, to touch the fire.
To paint the canvas, with colors bright,
To fill the world with hope and light.
For in the realm of dreams, all things are possible,
A world of wonder, magical and mystical.
A place where dreams take flight, and soar,
Forevermore.
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