Some Dreams. . .

Some Dreams. . .

Our thoughts are blurred

Our heart's midst of dreams wavers

Opening all the doors of opportunity

Off to the road to our dreams

We let out a sigh

As the sign of our tiredness

And continue to open the doors

With the keys of our hearts

On the labyrinth of dreams

We continue to run

Through thousand doors of life

Hoping to reach the final door

Where lies a utopia.

Reviews

[xyz]

I like this one

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Good poem. Yes, dreams are having no edge of heaven.

[Stella]

Great poem! I loved the mysteriousness of your poem about dreams.