Sleep

Sleep short poem

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Falling asleep deeper and deeper
reality fading within my slumber,
clearer and clearer it would become
the dream I’d dream.
So in this reality now I’d be.
So which is real the dream I’d dream
or waking up from where I’d been.

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born in Liverpool UK now live in Preston Lancashire all my poems are from my heart. Writing poetry is therapeutic for me gets my emotions out in the open
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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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I like the quote on the photo..It is telling more than words.

Thank you…Zuzanna

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