Exploring A Dream
This dream is not a test.
A book is not a bump on the
road.
The dreamer decline favors
when they need to.
They do what they
prefer.
They recline in a salon,
targeted with a tangle
of mess drawn on the
floor
nothing to pick up
in the light soul it
brightens.
It hurts to not see
the day before it
strikes.
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I am calm nice determined and have a loving spirit. I love god. Not only do I like poetry but I also love music, art, fiction and dancing.
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