Ten Lines.

Four.
Another day.
Books, seaside, walks.
Scrounging for one more
In this search I see
how poetry takes me to places
to jungles of imagination, and islands alike
vast vistas of unexplored territory and rusted memories
But in dreams within dreams within dreams, there’s you.
Sighing, I escape into happiness, as the clock strikes ten.

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