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Dreams in the Twilight

As the sun descends, and shadows grow long,
The world slips into a slumber, a twilight song.
Dreams in the twilight, a magical realm,
Where reality and fantasy, forever helm.

In the hush of dusk, when the veil is thin,
The dreams come alive, from within.
Visions of wonder, and visions of fright,
Dancing together, in the twilight night.

The colors of sunset, paint the sky,
A canvas of dreams, forever to fly.
From the depths of the mind, they rise and soar,
Exploring the landscapes, of the subconscious shore.

In dreams, we are heroes, brave and bold,
Conquering fears, and breaking the mold.
We face our demons, and slay our dragons,
In the twilight realm, where dreams are the wagons.

The stars above, twinkle and gleam,
Guiding our path, through the twilight dream.
A celestial map, of the heart and soul,
Leading us to truths, that make us whole.

In the twilight dreams, we find our peace,
A respite from the day, a gentle release.
The worries of life, fade away,
In the soft embrace, of the dreaming day.

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Ismael S Rodriguez Jr (The Bulletproof Poet)
Ismael S Rodriguez Jr (The Bulletproof Poet)

Written by Ismael S Rodriguez Jr (The Bulletproof Poet)

I learn, create, and overcome. I write, paint, blog, and practice grey witchcraft. I served in the Navy and have schizophrenia and PTSD.

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