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My Dreams
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My dreams are so transparent
Yet can be misread
Follow no instructions
When they travel
Out of the box of my head
Like a passing raining cloud
with no structure or protocol
Traveling in the skies
Folding spaces and times
Blending with nature
Pouring thoughts like rain
White as snow,
Tranquilizing when they fall
Before reaching the ground
And mixing with mud
Dissolve into stream of water
Creating turbulent noise
Irrigate thirsty soil and dehydrated sand
When dreams lose its prospect
They go back to the source,
Gilde on the clouds
Faster than the wind
Beyond the four seasons
To return purified
I enjoyed reading this poem. The imagery is really good.I especially liked the ending of the poem. "Glide on the clouds / Faster than the winds / Beyond the four seasons / To return back purified." This is just beautiful. You are a good poet. Yhank you. ~Jan