Dreaming About Poetry

      In my dreams I stand alone with only words to comfort me.

       With only a book but no poems to fill onto the blank pages.

                    I sleep disappointed but soon I will awaken.

        For now I’m dreaming about poetry with nowhere to put it.

Short but sweet. A little poem I created on a whim. -Blogger101

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