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Dream Of Sheeps

I had a dream of sheeps across a field of green.
I tried to run but the grass held my feet down.
Weeving into my flesh like a thread into a crest.
The sheeps spoke to me with a ominous vibe.
Repent repent for your color is wrong.
Repent repent for your beliefs are not our own.
Hold your tongue until you speak what we deem fit.
I had a dream of sheeps across a field of green
And I watched as they stump down what isnt understanding to them.

Monday, November 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,sad
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Gajanan Mishra 14 November 2016

color is wrong, good one

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