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What color are your dreams?

By Vadim KaganPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

We were ordered to sleep

we were ordered to dream

Dreams of white, dreams of gold

dreams of creamiest cream

We obeyed and we dreamed

of the colors prescribed

Then we woke up and screamed

then we woke up and cried

For our golds were all tarnished

our gods were all fake

Now we lie in our beds

sweaty, crying, awake

Too afraid and exhausted

to turn on the lights

More afraid of the days

than we are of the nights

And we pray and we beg

all the powers supreme

For new orders to give

us new colors to dream.

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Vadim Kagan

I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!

Instagram: @whines_and_rhymes

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  • Moe Radosevich2 months ago

    Very nice my friend 😀

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