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Anne Billinge Mar 2021
Like a bird in winged flight
In and out my dreams do glide
To vanish in the morning light
In dawn's soft clouds to hide

I dearly wish as I awaken
As my dreams fade far away
That I might once more be taken
To those gentle dreams one day

I sense a spell now broken
As conscious thoughts intrude
Those dreams become mere tokens
Of a fleeting interlude

— The End —