The Real. A poem.

Poetry -

I awoke from my slumber
Waves lapped upon the beach
Gulls cawed and the ocean called
I walked upon sands pristine
And smelled the salt upon the air

But perhaps I still dreamed
And this was merely a holiday

From the real

I awoke from my slumber

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I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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