A Dream
I dreamed of snow once,
falling refreshingly cold on a hot day,
clouding my view like fog on a lake,
blanketing the world in a blinding white.
I dreamed that there were children,
children throwing lobs of snow
at each other and at me,
snow that was so freezing cold.
I dreamed of building,
building a fort of solid snow,
taking cover from the cold, of
balls that were fast thrown.
I dreamed that I was shivering,
shivering from the biting cold,
wishing for that warm warm day,
of which I dreamt before.
I dreamed that I was incompaced,
incompaced by snow far seen,
cold blue hands numbing fast,
but luckily it's just a dream.
Right?
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Life Nature Death
PoetryEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
