Dreams

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    Dreams

    i lay down in my bed.
    my head rests on a pillow, while my body is covered by a blanket to keep me warm.
    i close my eyes.
    my thoughts wonder all over the place.
    as i think about my day, i slowly fall asleep.

    i dream about things i am afraid of.
    places i would like to travel to.
    secret worlds that only exist in my imagination.

    i dream about feeling happy, just happy.
    being around people that i love and love me.
    dream about, how i wish my life was.
    it is wonderful.

    unfortunately, i wake up.
    i go through my day, hoping that time will go fast, so that i can go back to my wonderful dream!

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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