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Upon a resting wall, silent and aged
Words and scenes made up from dreams
Elegant diversity is slowly contained
Dream catcher,
Dream catcher,
Why do you crave the taste of my dreams?
Favouring night terrors, sweet dreams and more
Yes, I have seen, I have misunderstood
A mind of its own, eyes to see, a body to touch
Under the spell of night I give you my dreams
And so,
Upon my wall silent and grey
The lifelike dream catcher
The mindless dream snatcher
Constantly sits, hushed and hidden away.

Dream Catcher


By Rose (Year 8)

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