Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Dreams Comments

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Hours fly past I hear no sound,
My brain is racing,
Nothing makes sense,
Escape to dreams and fantasies, Live in a land of make believe,
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Kresta Farr
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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 27 November 2008

Beautiful poem with broken imagery. Dreams are a place of refuge...

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Aashish Ameya 25 November 2008

Surreal imagery, nice poem…....

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Kresta Farr

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