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Sleep’s Deception And Reality’s Shock

 

In the cup

Of my hands,

I caught

Cool raindrops;

Blowing breath

Into warm palms,

I watered fields of lilies

And quenched thirsting doves:-

 

An awakening smile

Quickly frowned

At the sound

Of loud, bursting bombs

And wailing screams of children:

The fantasy of peaceful dreams,

The nightmare of warring reality:-

Sleep's Deception And Reality's Shock

In the cup
Of my hands,
I caught
Cool raindrops;
Blowing breath
Into warm palms,
I watered fields of lilies
And quenched thirsting doves:-

An awakening smile
Quickly frowned
At the sound
Of loud, bursting bombs
And wailing screams of children:
The fantasy of peaceful dreams,
The nightmare of warring reality:-

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