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Foretaste
By Lindsay
Goodier
Perhaps this world is just a dream,
A simple foretaste of something unseen.
A glimpse into what is to come,
A stolen peek, forbidden preview.
Here I dance on streets of stone-
Someday I'll waltz on streets of gold.
To spin and twist in simple grandeur-
Oh wake up! Only in my sleep…
Are my dreams reality
Or is the day a dream-
A way of preparing me
For this beauty unseen?
I peek, I seek-
And every corner of this earth
Points to something more.
Only in my dreams
Is this longing fulfilled.
And in my waking hours
Do I return to the dream world-
The preview, poised reality.
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