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.
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4/23/2024 9:05:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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.