For all the dreamers who always knew
their whispered dreams can come true
to keep creating from thin air
even when facing complete despair
you toil through long hard days, and nights
never really giving up the need, or fight
for all the joy, and good that's light
You're touching lives inside your whispered dreams
listening for each word like a conscious stream
you wake to write what you've dreamed at night
grasping each shape to form it right
these whispered dreams they keep happening
like a familiar song you must sing.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove March 18th, 2015