Dreams Poem by Kresta Farr
Dreams
Hours fly past I hear no sound,
My brain is racing,
Nothing makes sense,
Escape to dreams and fantasies, Live in a land of make believe,
My sky is purple, My clouds are pink,
Tree's multicoloured,
Peaceful, Tranquil, serene,
My World,
Snap back to reality,
With a painful bump,
Look around at the mundane things,
Endure the loud silence,
Then dream again.......
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8/26/2026 2:27:01 PM # rel_20260826T082754Z_99b456e
Beautiful poem with broken imagery. Dreams are a place of refuge...