The forest of dreams, it whispers low and sweet
A gentle rustling, of leaves beneath our feet
A canopy of hope, that shelters us from fear
A verdant vision, of the future clear
The trees of talent, they tower high and strong
A sturdy foundation, where our passions belong
The creatures of courage, they roam and they play
A vibrant reminder, to seize the day
So let us wander, through the forest of our mind
And let its wonders, forever be aligned
For in its depths, we'll find our own way
And a life of purpose, in a brighter day.
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Albin
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I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka4 days ago in Fiction
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This was so wonderful. Awesome poem!