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Voices in My Dream

Dream Weaver

By Nashawn ManzanoPublished 8 months ago 1 min read
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Delicate, sweet notes stream delicately through the air

Furthermore, floats down to me to hold my gaze.

I notice the lovely, performing voice she has,

It's in the ideal beat with the ideal pitch.

She is astounding all around

with heavenly bruised eyes to spurn,

brown complexion and delicate, raven-like hair

gives the most ideal sort of style

to turn into the hotshot she needs to be

Perhaps like the Sovereign.

I let her take me to a far off land,

where my creative mind streams like the sand.

Perhaps I will be singing like her,

in any case, its difficult to be aware without a doubt

what the fantasy weaver has chosen to make

rather than passing on it to destiny.

Jump into the profundities of satisfaction,

furthermore, burst into this supernatural spot of delight.

Dream-weaver has made me giggle and cry,

he let me into this dream of mine

made of unadulterated, brilliant pleasure.

I never need to leave this blissful land

That fantasy weaver has made.

I would rather not quit dreaming that I could be

As extraordinary a vocalist as that I see.

She's a delightful young lady with dark inundating her

Like the completely dark of night.

Her voice comes down to contact the spirits

Of everybody, and to make them dream

as I do. So I sit back

What's more, let the music wave over me

since she has made me dream.

sad poetry
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Nashawn Manzano

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran8 months ago

    Oh what seemed dreamy turned out to be a nightmare. Very well done!

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