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Exhibitions:

Dreaming

Three in the morning
I’m sitting I can’t sleep.
Outside it’s storming,
My thinking is too deep.

Thinking about the
Events that have transpired.
Knowing that now
I am lonely and I’m tired.

Tired of not being
Able to embrace You.
And now that I’m seeing
Truth, I have become true.

I cannot voice all the
Things that I am feeling.
But I made a choice least
To try, though I am reeling.

For now I am certain
That You’re the one I want.
Raising the curtain,
The audience wish to taunt.

But You are my sunshine,
The one that gives me life.
And you are the great wine
Of choice, born from strife.

So please keep on giving
The love that you do.
And please keep on weaving
My dreams, dreams of You.