When I close my eyes
a million fireflies light my mind
and it is all in dreams that I smile
and the beauty beneath my eye lids
could make the mona lisa green
with envy of course
and I could forever make myself
who I wish to be
the mirrors showing me
the flaws of today
I smash and let fade away
with all the other things
not alound while I
sleep beautifully
wicked piece, I can relate, writing is my refuge, and dreams are my pillars
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A daily review before sleep and during sleep as dreams is well presented. Liked the poem