DreamsA Poem by wishystar
Dreams are like whispers in the breeze,
blowing softly, dancing lightly. They tickle you as you sleep, bringing you a smile for a new day. Dreams are golden, wispy and silver, singing faintly, glowing dimly. They make you giggle, or laugh, or cry, bringing you emotion, whether good or bad. Dreams are alive, flying and breathing, humming deeply, smiling warmly. They never leave without a message, bringing you a question every time. Dreams are sleepy, ghostly and pale, reaching shakily, grasping firmly. They aren't scary, but they aren't friendly, bringing a feeling different each night.
© 2012 wishystarAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 13, 2012 Last Updated on November 13, 2012 AuthorwishystarChinaAboutomg, my 11 year old writing -v-; find me now at @paperplanes! c: - ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ʜᴀɴɴᴀʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟ.. more..Writing
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