The Gift of DreamsA Poem by Oswell ThatinswellA Triolet on Dreams
When you Dream, you are sent over the sky
Dreaming you wake up with a crash You sit up, and open one eye You think about the life you've lead and start to cry Without Dreams your lie in a pigsty Dreaming you wake up with a crash Wondering if you'd ever live the lie Of a man without Dreams, for he is ash
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Added on March 10, 2011 Last Updated on March 10, 2011 Author
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