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We are such stuff as dreams are made on:

Even pretty Missy moon was sad tonight.

Her tears flowed as rain

Dreaming would never be the same.

Winds blow the calm right out of the trees. 

Wetness and wild bloomed like wild flowers.

Today two people kissed for the first time.

Time slid away as they dissolved each into each.

This dream of youth 

Drunk with all the merry nothings of the young

We sing our songs 

Seize the passingness of day

Gather all your dreams together

Then give them clean away:

Human souls forever young 

With the sun in the air, on the beach, in the mountains, along city streets

In the evenings we still laugh at nothing at all

For the faeries bless us, kiss our children and make deep the lakes of sleep

As those with open hands sleep the waking dreams

Of Prospero's island 

Under snow white bunches of fragrant stars


◄ propaganda

Our revels now are ended ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 8th Jan 2019 01:07

White rabbit indeed. I quoted Prospero today in general converse and no-one noticed...it pleased me greatly.


Nice one John.


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