I lay awake
and in my slumber deep
of moonlight green
and pink ravines.
I starve away
but my soul feasts
on dreams of meadows
and blooms of spring.
I pine away with thirst
yet my eyes drink vehemently
the scene affronting me.
That beggars can’t be choosers
but what of those who never choose to beg
not for shelter
nor food or goods.
They are of misfortune
dark and deep
with souls more bruised
than the cores of plum.
What of them who cannot dream
feeling misfortune press on them
while I wake in slumber
and feast on dreams.
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I'm a writer of stories I'd love to read. I dream of being a best-selling author one day, but don't we all? I'd also love to work as a scriptwriter in Hollywood. Dreams that seem impossible really, but I'm gutsy/dumb enough to try. l love all things paper and pen. Believe me, I collect them.
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Lovely play with words. nicely penned
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Thank you for a wonderful comment!
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Welcome
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Wonderful.
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This was hiding in my phone’s note. Couple of weeks old. :p
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LoL. Publish, ya silly person! Publish…
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It wasn’t ‘right’ yet. So I tweaked and then published. 🙂
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Oh, haha.
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I don’t think it reads smooth yet though. Lol
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Has a fine pace and rhythm to me.
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Cool! 🙂
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feasting on dreams is part of a healthy diet
or so say 9 out of 10 mattress makers …. :o)
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Lol. Good motto!
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