a thousand dreams
it’s not the first time you’ve chased the wind
having gone from one idea to the next
but then suddenly there is none
all you can hear are sirens
eventually winds die down
giving you plenty of time to pause
letting loose over a thousand dreams
turning sirens into your mother’s screams
april two thousand twenty-one
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The poem is dreamy and imaginative in the beginning but turns terrifying towards the end. Nicely done
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You are welcome:)
this took a turn haha but was very well penned! 🙂
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