Something To Call My Poetry

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

The Dream Place From The Wrong Place

How about a day dreaming?
Which chills you a real feeling
of places that you'd been to
but can never go back again

How about a cold sleep
snuggles up in a thick blanket
Like hibernation in the winter
When snow falls all around you

The amber glow in a snowy night
A peaceful but blissfully depressing mode
Passing by strangers
Who never really care about you

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