The Ghost Of Dreams Poem by Tony Adah

The Ghost Of Dreams



Dreams die many times
And haunt us in our sleep
We wake with only a ghost of them
And prowl the day
Looking for for their graves.
Dreams grow wings and fly away
And we like cripples
Yearn to catch up with them
A thousand miles away.

Thursday, February 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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