Losing something that was never mine Fear takes one to illogical climes You got your head in a dream, I'm told It's not on your vision that I'm sold Fear takes one to illogical climes Why do I cry for no reason or rhyme? It's not on your vision that I'm sold It's my imagination this time Why do I cry for no reason or rhyme? Losing something that was never mine It's my imagination this time You got your head in a dream, I'm told
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Dreams are goals ready to be applied. Brilliant piece, Reena.
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Thank you, Franci!
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Most welcome, Reena!
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I was always told to get my head out of the clouds and stop daydreaming. But daydreaming was my only salvation. I resonate with this poem.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Thank you so much,! 😀
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Beautiful poetry 👏🏼
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Thanks a lot!
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You always amaze me with your poetry Reena.
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Thank you so much, Jim!
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it’s better to hurt than feel nothing at all, hope your words keep on rolling, amen
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Thank you so much!
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