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It's a Strange Place

It's a very strange place
when in dreams I chase
phantasms,
a figmant of imagination,
or an apparition of warning
from my soul,
seeing what is hidden 
from the light
of day.

It's a very strange place
and only an illusion
of madness
overtaking all the senses,
crossing the line
of reality
into the realm of shadows
that only I can 
dream.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 4/23/2024 6:32:00 PM

Sleep seems to be a world with no doors. This is an interesting poem. I hope you have good dreams. I liked this poem.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 4/23/2024 4:20:00 AM

There is something very ethereal and cryptic in this, but it dips into my soul as easily as your dreams do in you, dear Chetta. You appear to be very aware of your soul, and that is always a good sign. Deliver it all to the hands of the Miracle worker and let that infinitesimal light bathe you, as it chases away every shadow. Love and light, Vie