Once I dreamt that I was dead. My soul was crying and sad, And wanted to embrace my lover, and my mother, To tell them do not be so sad.
I wake up to find that you were asleep in my arm, with a wet pillow beside.
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Posted: Mar 2020
About this poem:
Once I dreamt I could fly. I wandered in the sky and met a funeral. My lover and friends stood there, too heart broken to pay attention to me in the sky. Then I found that the dead man was me. I cried madly until I woke up.
You can display emotions on paper and that's great for a poet, you write from your heart. I appreciate English is not your first language so hence a couple of small errors in the diction. That does not matter, not all the while you display heart and soul. Rob
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Rob