Dream cloud awaiting
All blankets, pillows, and sheet
Cuddled around me
As I drift off to sleep
Falling through dreams
No bottum to it
Some, so unreal
Some just seem to fit
P.S. I hate the last line because one of my friends told me that I HAVE to put or else it will sound bad and she won't be me friend... I hate her for that...
(Winter 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
3 I luv y'all,
Emma :)
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