The dreams become my party an escape to foreign lands enchantment and delusion dancing hand in hand.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Nicolas Hoizey on Unsplash
THE DREAMS #poetry by jay
The dreams become my party an escape to foreign lands enchantment and delusion dancing hand in hand.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Nicolas Hoizey on Unsplash
Photography by Steven Kessel
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Ah yes..in dreams we don’t spend one cent for the most amazing, ever-changng greatest show on earth.
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True 👍🏻
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I like this . . . short, rhythmic, and sweet.
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Thank you, trE
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dreams are the perfect escape – well said
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Thanks Beth- They can be, until they keep you up
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very true
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Love this! ✨
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Thank you, Michele 😊
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Eyes open, eyes shut, dream on…
A good one, Jay. 🙂
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Thanks, Terveen!
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Beautiful 💖✍
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Thanks d.a. !
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It’s a pleasure always
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I would love to dream like this. A tantalizing poem, Jay. 🙂
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Thank you, Diana 🙋🏻♂️
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