the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 373 – Days Inside Days

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If I am to lay here all day,
I will do it with pride
I will not wallow in pity,
but I will find peace in your arms
I dream of days inside days.
Where I know I will be safe from harm.
With you, time is endless
I become neither weak nor helpless
But a dime in your hands.

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