For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt. This week’s words:
Circle | Dream | Time | Arm | Phase
Dreams come round in circles like the phases of the moon,
With golden rose and peach cloud where wild blue horses fly,
And I tread without a sound in the waving grass so green,
Until time is left behind in the trackless ocean sky.
No mirror gives the lie to the soft grain of the skin,
Nor silvered light reflect the old wounds and the scars,
For armed, I am, against the cold wind from the north,
In the dreamworld where I walk beneath sunlight, moon and stars.
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