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In my dreams,
I am levitating,
light as a feather,
as I am elevating,
my body is rising,
up so very high,
as I am lifted
high up into the sky.
The feeling is
sooooo exhilarating,
just free from it all,
an amazing feeling,
as I am floating
away from the floor,
like an eagle,
spread my wings,
OH, WATCH ME SOAR!!!!, and
Then I wake up,
Thinking what
does this mean???
as I am floating within
my sweetest dreams!!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/9/2025
A simple window
A mirror of reflection
I see a balance of tension within its creation
The morning nature arose in its fresh tree pine
Shining itself upon the window's shrine
What do I see?
I spy with my little eye
A sea of independence
And a faction of world pride

Leading forth its beauty
A crack is present on the glass
What could this mean?
Was destruction awake in its past?
Was it a breach of war in its latch?
Or just a simple pile of rough, rocky ash?

A window's future
A glass stain, a mark on impermeability
To be recovered?
Could this be the open solitude of infinity?
Deer with long tracks sheer the day
Upon its past age
Or was it just a present revelation of roadkill...
That subdued its inward rage?
People withstood many triumphs, and
Most filled with anger
Some responsibility taken
Others with pain and no hope to salver
A mirror is worth an antique
Of power and immortality
Not the glass type, but
Our own view of sanity.
This was the first personal poem I ever wrote back in 2009. I definitely had a vision for this piece as I was writing it. It holds a very special place in my heart, although I may have edited a line or two for it to make more sense, lol. Always room for improvement! I hope to build upon each of my poems until they reach their final versions in a poetry collection of mine one day. That would be awesome!

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