The Dreams Poem by Laura arwen

The dreams are
a way of
the life
My dreams are
secret because I'm
crazy and lover
The dreams are
a refuge and
an escape from
the horrible world
Sometimes the dreams
speak with the
generouses and with
the dreamers
The dreams are
a logical intentions
and they are
a typical nightmare
The dreams love
the secret, the
silent the privacy
and the passions
The dreams want
to know more
of the different
religions but they
can't because they
are magic and
attractive
The dreams belong
a particular and
strange world
The dreams need
the rock music
and the peace
I want the
dreams, many dreams
The dreams are
a powerful miracle
I need the
dreams
The dreams want
the sport and
the casual style
For me the
dreams are an
icon and they
are saint
The dreams come
in the night
My dreams aren't
free because they
understand their future
and their lives
I believe that
my dreams are
particular and singular