Dream Poem by Rosna Roy
Dream
My dream...dream
It doesn't know my name
But it called me.
It doesn't know my colour
But it touch me.
It doesn't know my character
But it speaks to me.
It doesn't know my sound
But it can hear me.
It doesn't know me
But it came in to me
My dream...dream
Our dream loves us and we love our beautiful dreams....what is our color, our name, our character that doesn't matters to our dream......Beautiful poem....liked it....thank you for sharing :)
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4/23/2024 6:12:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderfully penned......A dream has a virtual connection with us.. everything very well expressed in this poem.. thanks for sharing..10 points