I dream with a sentient mind,
keeping them vibrant in my thoughts,
and at times when it dwindles a bit
I coax them to remain afloat
in the spread of my valiant eyes

I nurture them,
and it stays inside me like a burning flame
raring to go,
ready to leap,
I admire them,
and work relentlessly to make them real

For if I dream with close eyes
I will fail to recall
What I dreamt
in the sublime of a repressed mind

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