A million wondrous worlds

Dreaming of memories,

Memories of dreams.

A million wondrous worlds,

All experienced within a single night.

But memories fade,

And dreams wither,

Until they are nothing more than a memory of a memory,

Of a million wondrous worlds,

Now lost to yesterday’s night.

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Another one I wrote ages ago. This whole "force myself to write more" plan doesn't seem to be working out too well.