Dream Life
An endless dream,
Created by me during my life,
Full of peopled worlds,
And created yellows,
But if life was richness,
And forgetfulness emptiness,
What happens when we remember our worst nightmare?
Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2010
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