I wonder,
I wonder if this life is life at all;
if it's a dream, then I may fall.
The feelings I embrace may be false;
the triumph of love, this moonlight waltz.
Memories I hold dear,
thoughts of fear:
Are they all that which they seem,
a fragments of a shattered dream?
But who to say this dream is real,
even though we may not feel.
Does it harm me to say,
I do not wish it this way?
The last two lines are very powerful, Adam. All the best, Peter.
If life is but a dream and I am not real, When I read your poem why do I feel. Like the words you wrote massage my soul, And caress my heart making me whole... The wonder of life may well have no answers... I enjoyed your poem...
dream is real, let us see, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Memories I hold dear, thoughts of fear: Are they all that which they seem, a fragments of a shattered dream? .. vivid theme, having desire to found the meaning of life, yearn to love & to be loved eternally...nice poem with the best rhyme & rhythmic scheme, , , , , keep sharing