Just a dream

The pen flows non-stop.
Churning out imaginations.
Where from, I asked?
The bright sparkle twinkled.

Characters spring out.
The canvas scene changes.
My fantasy in vivid action.
The tremble to type the words.

This place of my dreams.
Where fantasy comes alive.
A land steeped in magic.
The dance of ink on pages.

The urgency to complete.
The blur of my pen on paper.
Something changes, gloom sets in.
I awake from my dream. Just a dream.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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