Pleasant Dreams


Now that I've finally rested and my dreams were pleasant.
Waking peacefully is like your most wanted Christmas present.
Days go by seems never to come near.
The total outcome is never clear.
It starts the day with a smiling face.
As a graceful feeling that can never be replaced.
Simple things, so it seems, go oh so well with pleasant dreams.

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