I have dreams full of magical places.
Conversations, familiar faces.
And what a suprise!
To see my minds eye,
Bringing these breathtaking pictures to life.
I have day dreams too about people.
There images there inside me,
In all their strange, Familiar glory.
Characatures created,
Like poloroid pictures, I have been taking.
We think we know somebody,
We think we know who they are.
Like answers to all of our questions,
What room does this leave for change?
What room does this leave for change?
So I ask myself, are we prepared,
To keep on acting the same?
A contest entry
- What a friendship means to you.... by Word Artisan.
600 points, ended June 12, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is good but what does it have to do with friendship and it being good
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