When Poets Dream Poem by Sandra Feldman
When Poets Dream
Because poets can dream
The moon is made of lace
Sea of discovery,
The world of fantasy
The mind can travel free.
There is a line that's crossed
When poems come across
And sparkle inwardly.
Communicative spirit
More felt,
As ever free
And inner worlds
Do come across,
Surrealistically.
Reveling secrets
No one knows,
Except thru Poetry.
Sandra, an insightful write. Poetry is a time traveller from the begining with any way- stop, on any day.++10
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5/6/2024 3:42:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice one..Poets freely express without boundaries