Calls. Poem by Roy Storey

Calls.



I have a dream
of shelow
rivers.
Water falls,
kids playing,
buddhists praying.
Thialand
the dream
still calls.

Sunday, July 15, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,kids
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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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