Dreams Poem by Sandra Feldman

Dreams

Rating: 5.0


Dreams are but Illusions,
Things that cannot be,
Like the foam they vanish,
Magically, at Sea

Things that cannot be,
Things that cannot be,
Why do we still want them?
Why do you ask me?
I don't have the answer,
No one is a World,
All I know is sometimes,
Life is so absurd.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 31 August 2016

So true! We do keep dreaming of things even though we know they are illusions. It is natural and very human! Sweet poem Sandra! I would love to give you a full 10 for this poem.

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Shaun Foster 05 April 2013

I love this piece....so well expressed.

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