Dreams are sent up high,
into the night sky,
above.
Through the night I fly,
as I bid goodbye,
my love.
Dreams I won't deny,
or wishes will die,
thereof.
Author notes
Form:- Lai
A contest entry
- Short Lived Short Form by Samplette.
300 points, ended March 17, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very nice write. Thank you for entering the contest. :fSam

