Dreams To Reality
Sleeping in the soft,
cosy and held aloft,
the dreams hit me one by one,
elevating to a realm unknown,
First one that I had,
was indeed very bad,
I had lost a friend,
and was very sad,
Second one which slipped,
almost had me ripped,
it was me ,
who was beaten and whipped.
Third one that conjured,
had me coy and demure,
I had won millions,
and was dreaming zillions,
Dreams are after all just that,
they often fall flat,
these also did,
I got up , washed and had the sweat dirt rid.
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