{"sf1_id":976080,"sf2_id":"RnoZGpym","title":"Dream","author":"Professor Ocecat","words":96,"posted_at":"2016-03-15T01:15:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","Poem","funk"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/976080-dream","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoZGpym","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/db/11/db11083b-e825-4bad-8360-8853fbfd3b5c","description":"#3 of Poems\n\nJust a little poem I wrote, feeling a little down.","content":"The sands of time,  \nThe winds of change.  \nCarry my wishes,  \nFar far away.  \nMy dreams, my hopes,  \nLost on the breeze.  \nOut of reach, out of sight,  \nCannot be achieved.  \n  \nNo tears are shed,  \nI feel no pain.  \nMy dreams will be seen,  \nWhen I sleep again.  \nThough there they will stay,  \nTo welcome me home.  \nInto my own world,  \nWhere happiness roams.  \n  \nThough when I pass,  \nThat is, when I die.  \nI'll be saying hello,  \nAs well as goodbye.  \nLeaving behind,  \nThe troubles of life.  \nGreeted by those,  \nWho in my dreams, were alive.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/906418-all-the-colours-of-the-greybow.json"}}