Sunrise Dreams
the most beautiful of dreams
wash over me at sunrise
washing over me in gentle streams
the moment I open my eyes
remnants of the night before
when I lived another life
and wasn't me anymore
nor experienced my strife
for a moment a hazy mist
so lovingly embraces me
then slowly intrudes the gist
of brutal harsh reality
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