Behind the Wall of Dreams

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there is a woman knitting dreams

she knits like spider webs

your thoughts into dreams

an intricate and delicate network

of strings she weaves

that is your life

 

she seems to know you

as only someone who has known you

your whole life could

although you have never met

as you dream you think

 

this is not the life I expected

still she knits and weaves

years go by

 

you end up dreaming

that you are still a young child

when you awake

you are refreshed and at peace

 

there is a woman knitting dreams

 

her infinite sadness she wears

behind the mask of lifetime

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