Is Real Poem by Nisho Olme
Is Real
Breaking open ancient wounds,
To fill them with your light;
I fall asleep beneath your touch,
And wake beneath your sight.
Taking in my gloomy dream,
I slowly start to feel;
Like something simply isn't right,
And then my dream is real.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,wounds
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