Extreme Surrealism: The Cycle Of Thoughts Poem by Atef Ayadi
Extreme Surrealism: The Cycle Of Thoughts
My dreams turn to be a reality.
My life turns to be a dream.
I fall when I am awake, I fly in my dreams.
The moon appears in my awakening and flies where I fly.
The sun stops me from falling down.
Eileen is a woman who stands between
my awakening and my dreams.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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