lost in a dream
the sandman spins his tales
weaving wishes, vivid yet fleeting
so simple and yet.....
shuffling through motions
to pick myself up
grasping for the sun, wind, life
[warm cold alive]
a deep breathe
a waking sigh
farewell, my king of dreams
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
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