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Dream of Pretty Things
Pretty flowers in a pretty vase
Remind me of my pretty place
Remind me of all the pretty things
That only exist in our dreams
The petals fall and turn to dust
The flowers wilt, the vase to rust
The green to brown, brown to black
What once was pretty isn't coming back
a good dream for new things and the things which are touching your sweet soul and kind heart..love this poem too and sure its the best of few ones... appreciate your poetry...