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Snow-white cotton spread around the sky...

Snow-white cotton spread around the sky...
I wish I could reach there.
Above the mountains so high...
I wish I could spread my wings and soar like a skylark...

Jump and whistle, rest and sing,
upon the white cotton clouds.
Look upon the earth, and little men,
feel big and ''proud.''

And then before bidding the sky and clouds Good bye,
one last time walk on the soft light blue sky
reach out my hands to embrace and be forever gone
the rich ripe lemon- the sun.

I know this is a dream,
which can never ever come true.
But I don't dream only when it ought to come true,
do you?

Author notes

this is a simple dream...please don't relate it with real science and stuff and please don't look at it with seriousness ! We all dream...don't we?

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  • Sky Prince Ireland gold member
    January 11, 2008
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    Yes Mekhala we all dream. And this is a lovely one. Thanks again for entering my contest. Good luck.


  • Periwinkle Blue
    December 31, 2007

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    Oh yes, certainly we pretend and that can be the best thing we do, sometimes. Pretending can make things quite lovely and save us much trouble. This is truly a fine poem with beautiful images.


    • Mekhala
      December 31, 2007
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      Thank you so much...I am glad you liked it...
      -Mekhala

  • Raven V Sharlett
    March 19, 2007
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    Sweet & Soothing

    This is SUCH a cute poem!!! Loved it! Can't put it any plainer than that! Cool write! Great job!


  • nichtmich silver member
    February 19, 2007

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    Well Penned

    This is a beautiful dream. Being able to fly would be the ultimate freedom. I love the line "rich ripe lemon-the sun." so descriptive! (it doesn't have to be too hot to touch in our dreams!) I have a lot of dreams about people I know or something that might or might not happen. But it's best when I dream about pure fantasy, no holds barred Thank you for a wonderful, refreshing read. Welcome to Ambicadu!

  • Sky Prince Ireland gold member
    February 12, 2007
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    Very nice Mekhala. You describe the clouds in a beautiful, touching way. Well done.
    Uncle Brian


    • Mekhala
      February 13, 2007
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      Thank you so much! I always like your short and sweet comments

  • Topnotchsy
    February 11, 2007

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    I liked this poem a lot. Personally I was never into the dark, depressed poetry that I've seen a lot of in the teen section. Nice to see that the the younger members still see the beauty and joy in the world and in dreaming. Personally I liked the first 2 stanzas the best. The was a soft gentle feeling of the soft clouds and just soaring like a bird and looking down. Personally I didn't love the metaphor of the lemon which to me is sour and has a strong feeling to it but I guess when someone is looking to appreciate the sweetness of things, the sweet flavor of the lemon coulf continue the image that was being created. Not sure I understand what you were saying in the line "and be gone forever."
    I like what you had to say in the last stanza but felt that it wasn't written quite as well as the first 2. Overall though it was a poem I enjoyed made more impressive by the age of the author.

    • Mekhala
      February 11, 2007
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      Thanks...Well...in the last stanza from the line ''be gone forever'' I mean that after such a wonderful time go back from whatever I've come from.


  • Broghan
    February 11, 2007
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    A playful dream

    that caused me to try at least to remember a few of mine. Yeah, they're weird but everyone dreams like your poem says. I liked your comparison of the sun to a ripe lemon. The last lines posed a thoughtful question. Good writing. Sorry I don't have any applause left.

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