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dreaming the dreams
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Poems Long black hair
that sways to and fro
Sitting there waiting
thinking about dating
bored out of her mind
leaving everything behind
dreamign the dreams
that come and go
each one different
the end not in sight
not even thinking
of giving up the fight
her eyes are drifting... off to sleep
one last look at all her peeps
one swift motion toward the desk
shes fast asleep with no regrets
and as the class draws to a close
i cant wait to see her again in the same pose
so calm so peaceful
like a child at play
she dreams the dream
of a fine summer day
And the she wakes
to pack up her things
shes off to her next class
on her wings of gold....
Cool poem. I understand what its like to watch someone sleep, its as though you see them as they were when they were a child. Most innocent and pure.
tight poem.