The white wall

The man slept on the grass his face turned towards the wall

His head rested on the crook of his arm, his slippers were some feet away

He was dreaming of sleep so he can dream some beautiful dreams

Dreaming while still awake ,his eyelids wanted to flutter when he still had some dreams under them

He turned towards the park wall shutting off the world’s light from his eyes

There was then just one white world that stood before him ,stopping his world at five feet ,a single white world leaving him free with his dreams

Behind his eyelids was infinity of starlit nights that released all his boundaries

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