Dreams Poem by Kresta Farr

Dreams



Hours fly past I hear no sound,
My brain is racing,
Nothing makes sense,
Escape to dreams and fantasies, Live in a land of make believe,
My sky is purple, My clouds are pink,
Tree's multicoloured,
Peaceful, Tranquil, serene,
My World,
Snap back to reality,
With a painful bump,
Look around at the mundane things,
Endure the loud silence,
Then dream again.......

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naseer Ahmed Nasir 27 November 2008

Beautiful poem with broken imagery. Dreams are a place of refuge...

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Aashish Ameya 25 November 2008

Surreal imagery, nice poem…....

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