If I could dream a dream and stay awake,
I would turn myself into a snows flake.
Fall from high above formed in a cloud,
I would yell and scream I'm frozen proud.
Let myself be breezed and blown,
in a dream be flaked and grown.
If I could dream a dream and stay awake,
the fun I would have as a snowing flake.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2026 06:22
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Comments1
Fanciful and with a feeling of freedom this poem drifts through the mind awaiting a soft landing. Nicely done
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