Dreams in my palm
Recital on my lips
Slumber
Not quite asleep
Not quite awake
Green leaves growing from my palm
Flowers blooming all around
I was afraid of what was happening
The more I wiped it away
The more it grew
Until calm set in
And I could understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem...The more I wiped it away, the more it grew..Good write...