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You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands
With silky gossamer thread
They shone in the sunlight
Rippled with the breeze
Sang softly at twilight
Those dreams and words and all that you said.
A wild winter breeze came and blew them away
They lie in the wet mud forlorn;
Those are the dreams of sometime, someday
But they might never have been born;
They took root in me and then grew and grew
These dreams I hope, will ultimately come true.
Rani Turton
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Comments about this poem (These Dreams
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Rani Turton
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Abha Sharma (3/25/2008 9:52:00 AM)
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dreams are defined variously by various people......
your way of weaving is so beautiful...skillful hands.... silky gassamer imagery...nice imagery....feels good while reading.
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Dr.subhendu Kar (2/22/2008 4:34:00 AM)
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as when dream is the galloping horse within that leads us where we move, wellpenned,1o+, thanks for sharing
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Broken Peaces (2/19/2008 4:43:00 PM)
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That was a beautiful piece of writting Rani, dreams are born of reality, now hwere have you heared that before 10 your friend Chris
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