In slumbers deep, a realm unfurls,
Where shadows dance and dreams are pearls.
The moonlight weaves its silken streams,
A tapestry of vivid dreams.
On midnight's stage, the stars align,
An astral ballet, so divine.
Each reverie, a cosmic gleam,
A kaleidoscope of vivid dreams.
Mountains painted with hues untold,
Rivers of silver, liquid gold.
Dreams unfurl like sails on moonlit seas,
Whispers of the night, a gentle breeze.
Through portals of the mind, we soar,
Chasing tales of forever.
In this realm where time redeems,
We're captives of these vivid dreams.
A symphony of colors in the dark,
Igniting constellations, a celestial spark.
But as dawn tiptoes with golden beams,
We're left with echoes of our vivid dreams.
Oh, the ethereal dance of night,
Where fantasy and reality unite.
In the quiet hours, so it seems,
We find ourselves in vivid dreams.

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