Day Dream Poem by Mal Sharp

Day Dream



Sometimes when all is quiet, I like to sit and pretend.
My walls disappear from view, ready for me to transcend.
Instead I'm in a meadow, breathing in the fresh clean air.
Creating a paradise, I hide from my life's despair.
The flowers are all in bloom, colours delighting my eyes.
But if I were to look close, I would see through this disguise.

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