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Poetry by Rachel A. Gold

My Dreams

by Rachel A. Gold

My dreams are sacred, precious things
Hid far away within my heart,
To be brought out and gloried in
When from all others I'm apart
I hug my dreams close to my breast,
And share with none their winsome wiles,
Their pretty follies, I caress
Then fondly, basking in their smiles
If I should find a tender heart,
Of understanding could be sure,
My dreams I'd share, and then because
Of sharing, they'd be mine the more.

Poetry by Rachel A Gold

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Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:20 EDT