Ah, if only a dream were as life and life as a dream.
The torrents and trials would no longer seem
As long once we wake and our wondering eyes
Make out all the pictures we searches in the skies
Life in its misery would last only a night
A dream in its awe and eternal light
Would last every day in infinite plight.
But what of a dream that lives in the night?
A lasting abrasion that never can heal.
Wake from a dream that lacks all its light.
Wake from it soon and return to what's real.
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Poems as Strange as Llamas
PuisiA book of poems that are, Good and bad, Happy and sad. Loving and wondering. Hateful and pondering. Mysterious and curious. Angry and furious. Words from the heart, Each taking their part, To open the world, From the eyes of two girls.
