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Day by day I dream of you
that you cradle me in your arms
and that you put together the scraps
of my soul, avid for shelter
Is this recurring dream
this recurring dream?
I wake up and finally
my bed is empty
I would only want to know
if I am sane or insane.
A micro poem with a lot of strength and total singularity, it was good @carolinaes
Thanks for reading, sorry for my late reply, I was traveling.
Ok, nice to meet you, thanks for following me
A beautiful short poem that shows how a person can feel falling into madness when missing someone, very good.
Happy for your comment, I took a while to answer you because I was traveling.