I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams?
Sometimes you say you do,
And sometimes you say you don't.
Either way it doesn't matter.
I continue to dream.
hello i am very intrigu3ed by this intresting poem
me too! ! very intriguing!
I Would Roast Your Mom But Cows Are Sacred In This Country
Thanks David for your kind words
I like this poem so good
Thank you David for your kind words
i wrote the poem
This is a very nice poem and it enlightened me to see the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
No broken dream is well and good...so long as the vase kept safe. No fulfilled dream, is frustrating, but stays one's dream...thank you, Langston.