Dreams Poem by Sophie Allyah

Dreams

Rating: 4.5


dead

is what dreams are made of

a broken wings of a dying dove
the thorns of a red red rose
scattered in the very soul of our ghost
lost in a velvet rain that washed by tears
adrift faraway into the missing valley
with nothing but pain and suffering

yes, dead

Dreams
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hopeless
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 22 June 2020

dreams are made of a broken wings of a dying dove the thorns of a red red rose scattered in the very soul of our ghost, very good poem. like this poem. broken wings. dying dove, soul of the ghost. tony

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Sophie Allyah

Sophie Allyah

Iloilo City Philippines
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