I dream of the dreams
of ethereal worlds which dream
their own dreams inside me.
I am fragment of hope
dressed in flesh and humanity
by heavenly and kind hands.
By metaphoric and contradictory winds
my spirit is disputed firmly
oscillating between choice and destiny.
My heart is unrefrainable furnace
my mind is pondered land
before both I bow equally.
I am an unfinished work
plot remodeled the whole time
so I ignore my end.
Poem: Rita Maria Felix da Silva.
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Written May 30th, 2005
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hai i love the poem make soem more and i will comment them
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Thanks for you good nice kind comment, Kim.
I am very glad because of you liked my poem. And I never will intend to stop writing.
Rita. -
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Dear Rita Maria:Words very nicley written.I enjoyed this poem
very very much.Keep up the good work.Never stop writing.K.R.E...
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