If dreams were real and stars could speak,
I’d chase the echoes, soft and sleek.
I'd walk on clouds, embrace the night,
Dance with the moon in silver light.
If dreams were real, I'd paint the skies,
With whispered hopes and firefly eyes.
Mountains would move at my command,
Oceans would rise to kiss the sand.
If dreams were real, no tears would fall,
Lost voices would answer to every call.
Love would bloom in an endless hue,
And hearts would never break in two.
But dreams are fleeting, shadows bright,
They fade like mist in morning light.
Yet in my soul, they still ignite,
A world unseen, but burning white.
For dreams may vanish, slip, and stray,
Yet deep within, they light the way.
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