A Beautiful Dream

Why wake the world from a beautiful dream when the waking world is all so drab?

Mountains
Oceans
Forests
Rivers
Air
B R E A T H E
Breeze blow the life
To me,
Keep me cool and warm
And wet and dry
And in my World’s dream,
Keep me from harm
While here I lie.

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Author: George McDermid

I scratch out poems, and the odd little tale. Mostly for my own amusement.

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