Dream Poem

There is a beautiful world where I can see your face,
It exists only between time and space
Time shreds space like worn out fashion,
And leaves us desperate for our precious compassion
Space consumes time without our consent,
And hides the reality that our dreams were once spent
Our love is regained when we meet in between
And there we can dance again in our dream
Between by Stanley @FamilyFriendPoems

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