What if I didn't exist
Or was not really me
What if my whole life
Was just me dreaming me
What if I wake up
A different time, a different place
Will the dream-of-me
Slowly fade away
Or will she haunt me
To this very day
it's part of us... to dream whats in the past life...maybe this is the real...life we where... when we are still with the paradise of God... our mind meant not to remember the past.....you little giggle our thought.. avery beautiful poem...a 10+ thank you and God bless
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Fascinating. But we are glad you are here to ponder on the mysteries of life. Very pensive and beautiful. 10/10 for your dreams, Sonya. Love, Sandra