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vivid dreams of a vivid world

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By WalterPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
vivid dreams of a vivid world
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These dreams I can hardly remember, in bits and pieces they dare

Maybe I'm not supposed to, but they linger in morning air

and such dreams do dance across my mind and through my heart

Such dreams collide with Reality to make undefinable art

Such dreams do prance miles into the dark making a home out of nothing

Out of thin air, Out of stars

On these dreams do I embark

A praying mantis sits across from me

On leaves of hollow green, would blend into nature

But he chose me to look at him, no, to see

Now we sit on river rocks in silence, oh so loud it seems

Now we sit collecting rocks, crystals actually

Now we dream in deja vu to live the dream later

Till I see you in real life I'll see you in my dreams

I'll dance under the light of a full moons beams

Knowing that we're on each others team

Knowing that we have nowhere to be

but here. and, now.

surreal poetry

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    Written by Walter