Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Dreams and Dawns

The new dawn spilled over the land, the dark trees grew light.

The air became alive with fire and small birds started to chirp.

Animals rustled in the underbrush, rooting for berries and fallen pears.

Meanwhile I was floating, levitating, just waiting for the dream to end.




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