A desert dream

A desert dream

I am puzzled by a dream so rare

on the sands of a desert I lie bare,

I am sleeping in the midst of trees

Though it is surrounded by sandy heights

A green valley is in my sight

Water may be scarce there

but a broad river is before me

I lie lonesome and lonely there

but the songs of the angels I can hear

Hunger may give some pains

but every thing is there to eat and drink

I am the king and I am supreme there

none will question me to walk and run

I am caught up by a desert dream

Are they real or just seem to be?

Submitted: Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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  • rago rago (7/8/2009 6:19:00 AM)

    Let your innerconscience usherin new highs.......... in a nut we can dream as we sprout grow into a tree........ (Report) Reply

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