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Life is lived to the fullest,
Ideas exhaust their schemes.
Life is experienced double,
With dust of magical dreams.

Splendour arise in vision,
When golden beams stir awake.
Freshness touches the sense,
In glory of morning break.

Dreams are spun out of feelings,
Deep in the black of the night.
Spirits bring gifts to the dreamer,
They all disappear with the light.

The day offers a challenge,
For life in contest to live,
To make living the ambition,
Of actions a meaning motive.

In dreams spirits wander,
No power can hold them home.
They know no border no limits,
They are totally free to roam.

Contented in rose-blossom colours,
Creeps the evening charm in sight.
In calmness the world relaxes,
Under a sky playing bright.

Looking back at life's dances,
There was so much to be seen.
Not all could be sensed in a lifetime,
It comes complete in a dream.

Written by Henriette, (2003)