Silver slanting sharpness,
Blowing blasts of wet,
Wild rivulet on concrete,
Wash away regret.
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...is not a bad thing to be. Many of us called daydreamers as children grew up to be poets, writers, artists. I celebrate daydreaming. It saved my mind as a child. Here are a few of my daydreams.
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