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Dreams of peaceful serenity

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In dreams of peaceful & serenity

Dreamlands peaceful serenity
The noise was still & silencing
As it echoed around the room.
And into the blindness of the dark night
I felt myself fall deeply into a minds peaceful, calm vacuum.

As distant farout whispers, became voices
Which I could faintly hear.
In foggy misted apparitions
That slowly did appear.

So mesmerised in my calmness, peace of being
In my life well overdue.
& into its pure calmin serenity,
I let my mind flow freely in its pursue.

I began to remember old values
That I'd lost along errors of lifes paths
In a time I'd let myself fall victim to its evil preying
Of a hatred in self loathings wrath's.

But now lost in the freedom of escapism
Within my mind I'm freely set to roam.
Around the unknown calms of unknown territories
Where I've never felt to be more of being at eases home.

I began rememberingmany lost memories
That my past had let my mind in sadness be replaced.
Where all happiness & self worthin essence
By sins of the devils wraths & sadness had then replaced.

This was a time of much needed restfulness
Thatmy life had needed for so long.
To put to right the errors of past mistakes
And in a world again to feel I truly did belong.

By Anna s tate March 2017

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