Drifting through the meadow of love On a boat above the clouds Looking down on the face of Earth Colors of a Rainbow on dusty brown Creatures running round and round
Demons slaying innocent dreams A gush of red flows down a stream Like an angry Volcano, Throwing up fire fiercely Stones and ashes Everything so valuable in the clash Yet the army battles for the dream In the meadow of love, On a boat above the clouds
Sometime small, sometime big But dream is dream Sometime it makes us happy, sometime it scares us But dream is dream Look it, feel it, and fulfill it Live for your dream and let dream live for you Long life
My love I’m in a dreadful dream Drifting in an empty lie. Quickly loosing time As the seasons fly by I continue to tell my self that there is nothing wrong. As if the world never rained. I dream the
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon
It was a clouded heart. I was fidgeting with fate and there was no otherway, no way. I did not want to keep him waiting either, but I must be ready to receive the guest. Thief of pain was coming
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Yashoda Chawhan
This poem is of my type.You have a beautiful skill of writing poems.
Thank you it is nice to know you enjoyed my poem because i am writing for you God bless Warm regards Lorna Malla