WAS IT ALL A DREAM?
What is real anymore?
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His hand punched through the window
His fingers squeezed my throat.
But wait!, There is no window.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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By Shelby Larsen5 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
What a curious dream and poem. Good work.