Daze

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


I slept under an old tree, 
when I woke up
the garden was no more.
I slept under a cloud,
when I woke up
the sky was no more.
I slept under the moon,
when I woke up
the night was no more.
Garden, sky and night,
dreams within a dream...
who knows when we are awake,
who knows if we are still asleep...


Submitted: October 26, 2020

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Amy F. Turner

I wish I was sleeping. I feel like I have been awake for days. There is so much to do and so little time to do everything. It can be daunting and frustrating. Love this poem though.

Mon, October 26th, 2020 7:24pm

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Thank you so much, Amy! I share this feeling of yours...we are going through strange times...Love, Lizzie.

Mon, October 26th, 2020 1:30pm

DampKitten

The world is only what we perceive it to be

Tue, October 27th, 2020 1:30am

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I guess you have a point there. Still, there' s an external reality no one can deny.
Thanks for reading and expressing your views on my writing, dear Damp Kitten.
Love, Lizzie.

Wed, October 28th, 2020 11:33am

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