My dreams from the night before
Disappear,
As my eyes adjust to the bright lights of the sun.
No matter how hard I try to recover them
From the dry dunes of my mind,
It is as clear as day
That it is like finding a needle in a hay stack.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoesíaThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
