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Rain, Rivers and Cascades

I must be dreaming,
I hear the rain outside my windows,
I can hear my kids screaming,
Enjoying the river as the water flows.

I hear a stream in the other room,
Cascades are falling through the walls,
It all seems so surreal so I assume,
The rivers runs rapidly through the halls.

So in between dream and fantasy,
I expect my bed to slowly drift me away,
Hearing splashing somewhere in reality,
But in this fond illusion I want to stay.

I can hear the water falling, rushing,
The trees are dancing in the cool breeze,
The pond seems clear calling, gushing,
“Come on in and take a dip if you please”.

Then I hear my kids shouting, yelling,
Interrupting my fleeing dream but then,
There’s panic in their voices, blaring,
They’ve overflowed the toilet yet again.
Written by wallyroo92
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