The Lark
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The Lark

Dreams by Means

Linger in my head

Photo by Srivatsan Balaji on Unsplash

Dreams by means of sleeping,
Some linger in my head,
And the crops I’m reaping,
Are my daily bread.

As I lie in bed I drift,
Into another place,
And as I feel the shutters shift,
My consciousness I misplace.

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