the dream

February 11, 2009
By Anonymous

as the walls start to contract
and the air begins leaving
my vision turns abstract
while you are gently heaving
the lines on my hand disappear
and the cracks in the walls grow
so when you realize you are here
you find the meaning of sorrow

The author's comments:
this was about a dream i had

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KaylaAnne GOLD said...
on Feb. 27 2009 at 2:06 am
KaylaAnne GOLD, North Platte, Nebraska
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This poem is very graceful! I LUV IT! KEEP WRITING.

samz00 said...
on Feb. 24 2009 at 10:02 pm
That’s beautiful, I love it how the end of every second line rhymes and makes the poem more lovely.

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