Sunday, October 7, 2012

My Dream

My dream is coming true.

I can see it.

The sky shines a bright blue.

My dream is occurring in perfect pitch.

 I can hear it.

The music is playing without a hitch

My dream is coating each taste bud.

I can taste it.

The succulence no longer tastes like mud.

My dream is enveloping me.

I can feel it.

I feel so free.

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