Dabbling In Life's Treasures
My poetry is created in my dreams,
Dreaming of loves that should have been.
Dabbling in life's pleasures,
Expounding on nature's treasures.
Reliving the past by rearranging the ending,
Developing snapshots of happier results.
Stretching the truth to fit the mood,
While utterly reliving my youth.
Tranquil settings help to escape from chaos,
Calm the upsetting moments that linger.
Replace them with emotions that smother,
The bad times that engulf and clutter.
When I awaken from a dreamy sleep,
I am able to translate to paper.
The ramblings and emotions that played,
Their part while I was dabbling in life's pleasures.
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