In the realm of slumber deep,
Where reality takes a leap,
Dreams unfold their mystic tale,
In a world where all can prevail.
[Stanza 2]
Flying high on wings of thought,
In the night, dreams are caught,
Visions bright and colors bold,
In the dreamer's mind, they unfold.
[Stanza 3]
Whispers of hopes and fears untold,
In dreams, the heart's desires unfold,
A canvas vast, where all is free,
To create a world of fantasy.
[Stanza 4]
Dreams are windows to the soul,
Where fantasies and truths unroll,
So close your eyes, let your mind roam,
And embark on a dream-filled poem.
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Juliet Ogbaro
I'm a passionate poet who finds inspiration in life's intricate moments. My verses explore themes of love, loss, and resilience, drawing from nature and personal experiences. Join me on this journey of self-expression through poetry.
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