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Dreamland

written by: Jack Wolfe Frost

@JackWolfeWriter

 

Drowning in dreamland dry riverbed of wails,
Twisted blue waters in the desert of sad tales,
Vortex of blue raindrops drench me with parched air,
Soaked skin in a desert of sand-dunes so rare,
Softness of granite caresses my blue skin,
In silky red rainbows of razor sharp tin,
Dreamland yet naught of reality so rare,
Takes me to places I have not a care.

Jack Wolfe Frost

Jack Wolfe Frost

Jack Wolfe Frost is the Eternal Rebel; he rebels against everything which may have the word “rules” or “behave” within it, whether explicit or implicit. Born in Sheffield, UK, in 1956; he first started writing in 1982, as a hobby--dreaming that perhaps one day he might try and publish something. In his working life, he has enjoyed success in many diverse areas, including running his own company twice. Now older and wiser, he has once again taken pen to paper--looking for conformity to smash and rules to break…
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