The Nature Of Dreams

by Isabella   Mar 31, 2008


Dreams they fade.
And starts to fly.
On imaginary wings.
Of fairy dust and lies.
They glow to yellow.
Then pales to red.
Drowned in the lake.
Smashed by the sunset.

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  • 16 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    I like the descriptive language you use it this one. I especially liked the last line.