Book Of Dreams
There is a bookshelf inside my heart
With books of me, each and every part
Books of joy and pain, but it seems
Like the book I like to open the most
is my thick book of dreams
Each page is a wish, a hope or a thought
Of all the happiness and sadness life has brought
Visions of love, ignorance and hate
Visions of my future, what seems to be my fate
Each sentence is a song, each word is a tone
That fills my head when I feel empty and alone
They let me drift far and deep
Where I am embraced by the soft arms of my sleep
~Ingvild Gregersen (2nDhOrSeLaDy)
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