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May 2014
Dreams
punctuate my restless nights
and in those precious moments
while I am sleeping,
my life is on hold.

But the minute I am awake
and the sun is leering
through the gaps in the curtains,
It’s suddenly all real again
and I just want to spend the day in bed.

Under the covers,
longing
for the sweet oblivion of sleep
and the comfort of dreams.
Barry  Nicholas Smith
Written by
Barry Nicholas Smith  Brighton, England.
(Brighton, England.)   
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