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In My Dreams
A city ablaze with lights, enchanting sights, and never trite is in my dreams. In the morning I'll rush to get ready and brush past the swarms of people that semblance schools of fish. I’d meditate in the park and then stop by my favorite pastry shop to grab breakfast, in my dreams. While at night I sit in my room admiring the views of my city. I'll spend weekends with my friends, shopping, and seeing as much of the city as possible, in my dreams. In my dreams, I spend my days and nights in a never-resting megalopolis.
By Amaya Montes4 years ago in Poets
