Her tears flowed…
Until she split in two
Split in two…
Over me and you
Staring at the moon
I saw a face of pity
Looking down upon me
And the rest of humanity
Went about their lives
Unaware of her cries
Her tears flowed…
Until she split in two
Split in two…
Over me and you
Hot lava rose from the earth
Rivers of red and white
The very arteries of life…
Filled the land that night
And now a pair of melancholy spheres
Are brooding over me and you…
Her tears flowed…
Until she split in two
Split in two…
Over me and you
Author notes
Another dream...
A contest entry
- enduring in two pieces... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended September 3, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is really a revealing piece..I love it..well done..and thank you so much my friend.. for entring my contest...
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Thank you for your compliment!
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This is an amazing poem. I wish I had dreams like that...
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Thank you!
I don't know if you would want to have some of the dreams that I have, because they can be terrifying. Sometimes I feel like I am just observing it; but at times they are quite disturbing. Others are really something - so I guess I wouldn't want to give that up!
Dreams are a great source of inspiration for art and writing.
You very may well have dreams like this, but just don't remember them. Try keeping a journal of your dreams. Think when you first wake up if you remember any dreams. We usually forget them right away after we awaken. It is an entire other universe to explore. It can become quite intense! I have kept journals of my dreams and analyzed them. Can't take them too seriously though. It can drive one crazy! lol's
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