In my dreams there is a handmade boat,
Two oars, A few songs and one mighty lake.
In my dreams I let go, begin to drift,
Putting faith is nature is scary but in the end
It takes you to where you need to be,
And shows you who you truly are.
In my dreams I am free,
Just the water and me.
But how often do dreams
Actually come true?
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Author:
Anonamus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2017 16:14
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Very nicely written there.
Thank you 🙂
hey anonamus,
I had the same dream as you but less so:
on the lake
In my dream
a handmade boat
its oars stowed
a song drifts
where I need to be
it takes me.
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