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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Poem 117: DREAMingCOLD

Its cold now that the sun has left
the heat has left my feelings deaf
and now as my limbs frozen rise
I'm sure that sleep has caught my eyes.
For in the moments that I stood
the pain beneath me grew and should
have knocked me off my feet, but then
a small soft hand, and strong wide grin
from far away held up my weight
and in that moment of changed fate
I realized there was no mistake
for surely I was not awake
but in the guise of dreamer's state.

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