In the Fragility of Dreams
In the fragility of dreams, I am
young -always young- and in a good dream
I am my best self once again.
All my senses are intact -
normal as they should be!
Discomfort has fled,
for nothing plagues
me, and then
I wake
up.
May 18, 2020
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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