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Dream Weaver

Dream Weaver

Visions of dream-stead
Silky tis virtual thread
Mortals in deep slumber
Garner remnants by number

Deity most divine
Weave web tendril fine
Bridges to netherworld keep
Traverse route within sleep

Mischievous tis Ghoulies telltale
Thwart from said trail
Imps in dead of night
Hunt victims to fright

Winding tis lengthy path
Perilous along murky strath
Hold tight to thin strand
Bypass nightmares quicksand
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Lorna

Eerie and brilliantly doneΒ 
lorna xx

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Lorna

Ahh, so you are a dream weaver!!Β 
xx

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Being Me

oh, to know the weaver of our dreams!

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Marion

These days I admire the ability to even dream...I love dreaming but sadly cannot remember the last time I dreamed. Send a nice one mynwat Lisa...Great write...hugs x

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Marion

I will let you know if it arrives tonight...bless you πŸ’•

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Jim "The Lad" ....

love my dreams and your write!..............................................................Jim

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Neville

tis truly luverly .. can't beat a good un can ya :)Β 

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Shaun Cronick

Lisa, this humbled so so poet likes this and likes this a lot.
Really delivers that otherworldly feel about it and its ethereal goods.
Another beautiful write and thanks for sharing. x.

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