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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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