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Stuck in the clouds

I dream of success.
Imagining fame.
Who am I fooling?
No one but me.

Inked on paper.
Word, after word.
It amazes me.
Yet, I question me.

This is just a dream.
My daydream.
Stuck in the clouds.
Hurting only me.

Sigh! Stop scribbling.
Dry words; dried ink.
I cringe in my mind.
I’m my worst critic.

I hold that dream.
Your opinion matters.
I prepare myself.
To accept another’s critic.

By C.E. Pereira
(27-7-2018)

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Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. 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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