You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands
With silky gossamer thread
They shone in the sunlight
Rippled with the breeze
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I love the way this poem talks about dreams being blown away. And from those shattered forms, came new dreams. It's a powerful idea and image.
as when dream is the galloping horse within that leads us where we move, wellpenned,1o+, thanks for sharing
That was a beautiful piece of writting Rani, dreams are born of reality, now hwere have you heared that before 10 your friend Chris
dreams are defined variously by various people...... your way of weaving is so beautiful...skillful hands.... silky gassamer imagery...nice imagery....feels good while reading.