My dreams are like an echo,
flowing through the air.
I can't catch them as they go,
but I know they are there.
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NICE POEM, this may have nothing to do with your poem, but, some times when you write your dreams down, you find a answer, and direction...like drawing a picture.
I hate recurring dreams especially if they are ones where you seem to be running around in circles or running away from something, or you are unable to find a way out of somewhere. Why is it that the 'good' ones don't seem to repeat themselves. Loved this write. Love Ernestine XXX