There are many dreams kept in my heart, dreams that sway my soul; dreams of great fire burning, simmering ‘but no one stops to warm themselves long enough, strangers only see a wisp of smoke.
I can almost unveil to you what my dreams are made of and let the wind carry the very essence of its existence onto the windows of your eyes.
Come, lend me your ear as I gently whisper my dreams too you, Anything more than a whisper from my lips and it will vanish into the nothing of this world. I swear ‘my dreams are that fragile to reveal.
Founder of Chapter 13 Poet Society 'A Vision Dedicated for the Art of Spoken Words' We encourage Poets, Readers, and Writers of all ages to focus on keeping 'Poetry Alive' ... Via open mike, readings or support network for Poets, Music, Art or simply just sharing your work with us!There is always an audience to react vocally or written of your work and this society encourages future generation writers. Join us on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/groups/13poetsociety/ Yours truly Evelyn Leilou Colon, Writer/Poet/Artist
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