Thursday, December 10, 2009

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to slip into a dream
while awake, that blurred line
that sharpens into focus only
when your eye opens and
a different world from a
a moment ago lies in
front of you,
of waking unsure of
if you slept or how long,
whether what just
happened was real
or just a dream

1 comment:

BP said...

Wonderful.............. My 12 year old daughter wrote a great poem today. I had to post it on www.betterpanic.blogspot.com
I think she is starting to find her soul.
Chris