Golden Day DreamingA Poem by MrKnowAll
He sat down on the chair ,
careful he was in that motion, treated the chair as if it was his sacred temple. With resistance his eyes closed, and there he sat day dreaming of the past. He dreamed of all the past and all he gained, and dreamed of his youth time and his adult time. Then he woke up, tired of all the day dreaming, recognized his situation and decided to go back again. © 2013 MrKnowAll |
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