Strange to see coming
In the night at rest
What's of those weird dreams?
Becoming a pest
Make no sense form them
Flowing as a series
For these dreams that come
Don't become weary
Keep focus on the Now
In the present tense
Be open to know
For dreams don't make sense
Poem # 782
Idea 1 August 2010
8 AM Upper Room 4th Pew Right
Re read 19 August 2010
How Did I Come Up With This Poem?I've been having weird dreams.
It's seems to be a series.
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