I am a daydreamer too
for days that always come
with promises broken
even for nights
that always seem colder
(nightdreamer am i too)
my blankets thinner
and shorter
i daydream
on the green grass under the trees
measuring the movement of the sun
rising from the east
and setting on the west
i like to sit
my chin resting on my legs
my hands supporting my body
against the ground
my eyes always gazing
at the sky above
and my brown street dog
always beside me
waggling its tail
as always
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