Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Visible Dreams


Innovators at our best
We give ourselves & forget
Get good feelings
Then we impress

The autumn leaves
Changing colors
The grass growing greener
The last door you open

Where you will find Home
Where you will be set free
Nothing costs a thing
Let's put a window in our dreams

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (8/30/2013 5:39:00 PM)

    A window in our dreams... A great line... A great write. Thank You (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (8/28/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    dreams are mind's natural windows to express our emotions.autumn leaves changing colors yet dreams remain dreams. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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