Shadowed Dreams

October 17, 2011
By dorri44 SILVER, Willits, California
dorri44 SILVER, Willits, California
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I hear the ping of the sycamore tree hitting the window pane in the wind.
Shadow footsteps heavily pace around the room.
Lost in memory blizzards I see a foggy vacation clouding my current dark compass.
Broken plate dreams existence sprinkles into puddles.
I taste plastic thoughts like grassy lace and warm winds on my tongue

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