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Sunday, 22 November 2020

Ream of Paper

Ream of paper,
To write ones dream's.
Manifested in this way,
In the early hours of the day,
Now you cannot sleep,
The mind is active,
Waiting for the dawn to break,
To capture the vision on your mind,
What does it mean,
Is it fate,
To dream this way....

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