Dream
I touched your tasteful lips
you felt my warm finger tips
It sent shivers down your spine
that moment you were all mine
Then I slowly opened my eyes
when I suddenly started to realize
This was really only crazy made up dream
that was taken down an endless stream
you suddenly vanished into the darkeness
just like the imaginary scottish lockness
I once touched your beautiful lips
I know you felt my warm finger tips
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Free | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Broken Love | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Lost Love | 0 | 07/11/2009 |
| Love Game | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| Train Reck | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Dream | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
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