The Dream
In my dream, the sun was a god,
The moon smiles and gave me a nod,
The stars turned to shining dust,
Which scraped off of metal as I watched it rust.
Then a fire started out of a spark,
The obscure dream went all dark,
I woke up looking at the wall,
The real world felt so small!
*Not sure what kind of poem this is... help?*
Copyright © Viola Neurologist | Year Posted 2011
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