My Dreams Poem by Ana Sanchez

My Dreams

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My dreams are waiting for me to become that Reality. Time is ticking taking its course for perfection to feel remorse, of all that was lost in the fire of my desires because perfection doesn't exist in my blind eyes. I can't see the mist, but I feel relief, to release the shakras trying to take control of my being. I flow with cause. The unread files in my head are distorted from the truth to be exposed. My reality is that I've been asleep, for my lifetime to begin is in the Now.

Saturday, February 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suresh Kumar Ek 17 September 2020

good poetry. ok, start now for you have been sleeping

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Suresh Kumar Ek 27 August 2020

even in blind eyes there is perfection

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Ana Sanchez

Ana Sanchez

Dominican Republic
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