As a city large I tower high. Much larger than the stars at night. Cascades of lights to draw you near and tales that would bring you fear.
In my tallest tower there is a man. Contemplating head in hand. His thoughts so vast and full of life that his stories bring even the strongest man to cry.In the night his tales grow huge. Dreams from his heart so pure and true, but when he arises from his bead he can not remember one of them. No matter how long he strains his mind not one of those amazing dreams he'll find. So now he sits contemplating waiting for his dreams to take him.
By,
Sarah
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