Across the clouds did the dreams sail;
Often tangling with others,
Causing a confusion in sleepers' minds.
Their journey was pleasant and soaring,
The occupants of subconscious in the night.
Never to be caught they flew like birds in the blue sky,
Only theirs was dawn,
Pink and orange lined the sky.
Soon, morning will creep,
Fresh and promising and
The conscious mind will awake,
And the dreams will halt
Another day waiting for the night.
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Poems
Poetry*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
