Without imagination I have no poem (Remove filter)
The Dreaming
Where do we go when we dream
Stepping through the mirror into the you on the other side
Catching a glimpse of the multitude in the infinity of all our other selves
Taking a ride in the back seat of lives unlived
Or seeing the beloved faces of our dearly departed
Visiting the dreams cherished friends or lost lovers
Finding safety in the mind palace we keep inside
As a small cott...
Monday 31st October 2022 6:25 pm
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