Day dreams float through my mind
Waking times bring an after glow
Through stormy seas I now find
In other places I now wish to go
An ocean now filled with tears
Or piles of smiles in my trials
Are these the things that will adhere
When making sense of dream styles.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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The experience relating to day dreams nicely captured in the poem. Thanks. In other places I now wish to go Are these the things that will adhere