*Artwork*
There’s an instrument that hangs on my wall,
That makes my nightmares seem so small.
It dangles on the space close to my bed,
Leaving only good thoughts in my head.
Filling tomorrow with beginnings and hopes,
Promising to silence any doubts and nopes.
This instrument has no end and some feathers,
Where peace and a dreamless sleep go well together.
Night turns to day with a radiant sun beam,
This instrument is the catcher of dreams.
Filling tomorrow with beginnings and hopes,
Promising to silence any doubts and nopes.
This instrument has no end and some feathers,
Where peace and a dreamless sleep go well together.
Night turns to day with a radiant sun beam,
This instrument is the catcher of dreams.
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