I had a dream about you.
We were sitting in a room with no windows,
the wall had no color,
time did not pass.
It reminded me of yesterday
at the festival,
listening to the bands
everyone screaming the lyrics.
It was quiet in my dream.
A quiet calm.
I don't remember what we talked about,
it didn't matter.
It was quiet at the festival.
A quiet calm.
I don't remember what we talked about,
It didn't matter.
Yes, I had a dream about you.
You are a dream.
I've been dreaming of meeting you.
My quiet calm.
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
