escape
into dreams
reality is too harsh
strident with blaring sounds
and glaring lights
sweet dreams
day dreams
dreamers
create their own world
we are such stuff as dreams are made on
and our little life is surrounded with a sleep
and reading those beautiful words
for the first time
she dreamt of becoming a poet
Lovely poem, Rall! 👍☺️
ReplyDeleteAnd she did! Lovely, Rall.
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