My Dream
My dog
Ate a piece of bone
Then fell down
My flowers
Got rained
Then withered
I was jolted out of the nightmare
Said it was a dream fortunately
A voice said,
No,that's not
Calling my dog
He didn't appear
Walking beside windowsill
Only vacant flowerpot left
These poems are very transparent, I do not see any poem ;)) I was here before any poems.