Oranges are better than Apples
Fruit that ate itself
Dreams come to me like a nightmare
That I really despise
My Mind
Blocked from all my ideas
and dreams feel silk, sliding along an endless slope
They say sleep lasts forever, but once I dreamed I never woke
The colors that appear seriously weird me out.
But I'm OK with...
Poetry with riddles,
Look for more
and mystery makes us look for more
This mystery will continue forever
Within the minds of our children
`Brian Michael Dunar
ps. A bunch of posts I've been stocking up in my notebook and haven't translated to my PC will be coming in this week.
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