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Dreams
We all wish they were real.
The dust in which our minds release in slumber,
In them, who's to say we cannot feel?
Whilst in real life, we are much humbler.
They weave their magic when least remembered,
During our eyes not see but our minds create.
Wrapped into the dream to which we have surrendered.
Trapped so that we cannot deviate.
We cannot control when they arrive,
We cannot control when they choose to leave.
They illuminate how we all strive,
And our greatest desires we can't seem to achieve.
Interesting, aren't they?
Not complex but that is what we perceive,
They come as they please, in the thick of night or light of day.
What is it about them we cannot conceive?
Reflecting the thoughts that you ache for,
I know this to be true.
Of this state of mind and nothing more,
It just depends on the beliefs in which you pursue.
We all wish they were real.
The dust in which our minds release in slumber,
In them, who's to say we cannot feel?
Whilst in real life, we are much humbler.
They weave their magic when least remembered,
During our eyes not see but our minds create.
Wrapped into the dream to which we have surrendered.
Trapped so that we cannot deviate.
We cannot control when they arrive,
We cannot control when they choose to leave.
They illuminate how we all strive,
And our greatest desires we can't seem to achieve.
Interesting, aren't they?
Not complex but that is what we perceive,
They come as they please, in the thick of night or light of day.
What is it about them we cannot conceive?
Reflecting the thoughts that you ache for,
I know this to be true.
Of this state of mind and nothing more,
It just depends on the beliefs in which you pursue.
-Wroxy Work
2012
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A little poem about dreams for #Heart-of-Poetry's weekly prompt, which was of course dreams *sigh* why do I bother continuing to write? I'll never get any good. Well, tell me what you think and whatnot. (not that anyone should think much of this piece of crap...) Thanks to the few supporters and followers I have....
And please do not copy my work without giving me credit, or asking my permission!
And please do not copy my work without giving me credit, or asking my permission!
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This is really good!!! I've always had a hard time describing dreams but you did it like perfectly :3