Lavender Dreams

Every morning I’m there but can’t be seen,

unless you dream of lavender dreams.

I’ve witness cries and sweet lullabies

to hold the madness inside.

Every night when you toss and turn,

I know you wish to immerse in

the dark eternity that waits.

But it’ll all be over,

only to start again.

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