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I drifted to sleep…
dream terrain was steep
then somehow I fell...
maybe into a well...
and my whole body did leap.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (4)
Well done!👌👌
I felt this one.
I hate when that happens! But I love this poem.
Ahh!!! The worst sensation haha. This was great and I love your image choice for it!