I have a recurring dream
That I wake up from every time
In sweaty, heart-pounding panic
I am lying in my bed
On the brink of sleep
Tag: Dream
MAJORITY, Poetry by SANIJELA MATKOVIĆ
Regardless of the insensitive time, dreams are still
were declared clear.
One name, one address, one look …
Perhaps it would be enough, and half of the verse
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