Morning Enchantment

by Emma

Adverse to reality,
Dreams remain powdered,
I fight the sleep and regain conciousness,
Momentarily,
Dreamlike perception,
Filtering into my sense.

Diversity questioned,
I remain free flowing,
Riding the waves of gentle oblivion,
Silently,
Senses awakening,
I embrace the freshness.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

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