WAKING IN A CLOUD OF DREAMS
Woke up tired darkened skies,My mind was in the clouds.
As I was in my fluffy bed.
Watching stars move no that's a lie,
It was just the fireflies in the sky.
Time to catch the passing wind,
To track the rolling hills.
Winter time is near,
Promised I'd go skiing.
When the snow's are here,
Unless I catch a ride,
From a passing unicorn.
That only happens when,
A rainbow dies or so I hear.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-28 at 08:56
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