Day Dream
I stay still and quiet as
Visions dance through my head.
My pencil streaks across the paper,
While I sit at the desk I call a bed.
But as I come to a finish,
the page seems to fade.
And I blink and blink repeatedly
As I refocus on the day.
Copyright © Frost Breath | Year Posted 2021
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