Rubiert Hidalgo


Poem by Rubiert Hidalgo

Dreaming is a gift,
For the impossible
Can be possible
And the undesired
Can be desired.

It is a time when deep feelings
Can come true
Even if they never do

Dreaming is a delirious mind
Trying to satisfy its thirst.
Call it craziness, or
Call it love,
But it brings comfort to my troubled soul.
July 03,2003

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 15, 2005