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D R E A M.
Walking Round the aisle lost in my thought,
Aloof in whatever that comes not letting to fight,
Land under my feet slipping and unable to Adjust even slight,
Kindled light to show some glimpse too is marring my Sight.
Images blurry turns black leading to pitch dark Night,
Never came across images of this sort of powerful Might
Giving a scare felt long way when am a kid with such Twilight.
If Dream is the reflection of our state waking, made from the images that haunt us, can be made ourselves sure that it is, consciously kept the first letter of each line, vertically to reflect WALKING DREAM.
Without which both cannot exist.
© IZINGIZER
#dream #waking #Walking #izingizer @Writco
Aloof in whatever that comes not letting to fight,
Land under my feet slipping and unable to Adjust even slight,
Kindled light to show some glimpse too is marring my Sight.
Images blurry turns black leading to pitch dark Night,
Never came across images of this sort of powerful Might
Giving a scare felt long way when am a kid with such Twilight.
If Dream is the reflection of our state waking, made from the images that haunt us, can be made ourselves sure that it is, consciously kept the first letter of each line, vertically to reflect WALKING DREAM.
Without which both cannot exist.
© IZINGIZER
#dream #waking #Walking #izingizer @Writco
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