Dreams <3

a short story/peom doesnt ryhme

Every night when i go to sleep, I visit a special place

I'm wearing a lovely blue dress with a pink ribbon

and I run threw the lovely cornfields the sun blazing

I've a smile on my face Im laughing i finally get to the meadow

every flower you can imagine is here fragrancing the air.

I twirl fast in around in the meadow my hair flapping around like a labadours ears

I fall to the ground just lying there listening to the bee's flying around and the wind blowing

somewhere far in the distance i can hear water gushing.

this place is truly magical i must say, its my own private heaven.

I've been coming here every night in my dreams for as long as I can remember.

Put every morning i wake up and again i must face the demons that the day possessis.

Knowing that tonight i will visit my own little heaven tonight.

Author's Note

sorry for any spelling mistakes!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dreams should be a good place to go. I like the magical place you described. For all of us. We must awake and face the real world. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Distant horizons]

keep dreaming.