Dreams
I was told,
To meet a tadpole,
Who slept on the slop,
Near the north pole.
Done! I said
And went ahead,
Marching in the freezing dead.
I walked, I hopped
And I stopped,
realized,
My mind's plot.
A dream's fantasy
But comforting in reality,
A solo journey
Travelled in sleep.
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Kavi Th | Year Posted 2020
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