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A Poem From My Book
Rainbow Of Dreams
I see in colors
of magical mystic dreams,
floating upon the meadows
into cool water streams.
Where angels come into view
to touch each object there,
then they send the butterflies
to kiss each flower so fair.
Where does all the magic go
when rainbows fade away?
To me they find a better place...
into the dreams of another day.
©Marie Calhoun 2006
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