Dream

Are our dreams that real? Are we faking?
And would one ever follow guiding dreams?
Dreams draw our lives, events yet in the making,
Yet they are not as simple as it seems.

A dream is sparkled by our own imagination,
It shows us things we haven’t seen before.
What is a dream? A wonderful creation?
A stupid thought? A vision, bringing lore?

We wait for dreams; they find us while we’re sleeping.
Sweet dreams will ease our pain, erase the mar.
They’ll dry the tears of those who slumber, weeping…
Follow your dreams, for they will take you far.
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I have a dream, but I don’t know its purpose.
I think it’s mocking, but all sweet dreams are.
Or maybe it will guide me to the surface
Of clouds, where I’ll catch a shining star…


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Это стихотворение - супер! You rule!

Игорь Гусаров   15.01.2005 11:08     Заявить о нарушении
Thanks =)
But you're the person who made me take up writing. So you rule =)
I'm just starting to learn...

Шуйский   15.01.2005 19:02   Заявить о нарушении
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