The Writer

Within a dream

floating in a sea of dreams
a different life, brewing
nothing’s what it seems

like a sunflower dying
a sight of true beauty
it’s my love for life, crying

it’s a somber song
a flight from the day
now it won’t be long

for the day breaks at dawn
a tear in my eye
I close them and yawn

sound asleep, I lay to rest
flashing through the ages
it’s my life at it’s best

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