Once I caught a dream,
As soft as a cloud,
It felt like cream,
And was as quiet as thunder is loud.
It was sweet like candy floss,
And as sugary as a fig,
It was not long across,
That is to say it was not big.
I sent it to thier home above,
It raced across the sky as light as air,
The flight of the dream was filled with love,
And the path of the dream guided by every sun flare.
*I usually have nightmares but the idea of a nice dream was very tempting to write about.
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Drips Of Life
PoetryPoems that do not fit into a specific place. Many of these poems (but not all) will try to tell a story. Most of these poems will rhyme, but not all. Requests are also welcome and will be marked a little differently then non-requests.
