Written 15 September 2025 for My Dream Within a Dream Poetry Contest of Constance La France
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“Strings of thoughts in my mind oft stream, Asleep or half awake, like a dream That soars in a while to the sky Soon after I open my eyes.” By Author ***************************************************************************************************************************** My Dream Within a Dream Lost in slumber, deep and still I dream of a journey uphill Strewn with thick thorns on the way A scorching sun all through the day Wild winds whirling without cease Oft slogging with bruised knees Left to my own destiny With no soul to goad me As to brave the storms I strive And at day`s end to survive The view ahead of me is bright Offering a picturesque sight Each step I trudge raises me up Leaving worries in a cup With each step up, the air grows sweet Though heavier become my feet Yet I move, pulled by rays of hope As the peak beams with new scope Just when at top of the hill Wild winds hurl me downhill I quite wake up in sweats, with fright Half asleep, under the moon`s light I wonder with a soft scream If life is a dream in a dream An uphill battle to wage with steam.
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Written 15 September 2025 for My Dream Within a Dream Poetry Contest of Constance La France