Dreams
Dreams
About dreams I'm never sure,
like about dead, or the unseeing future,
Like about all the unknowing things,
Like about god, or angels with wings,
Every night I'm curious, where do I go?
And after a night full of coulours and clouds,
I'm awake, in bed, breathing so loud,
Like I've runned, flee or flight,
Like I was partissepant, in a viontly fight,
But it dissapears so fast,
I can't hold it in my mind,
But teh next time I sleep,
The place where I was, is so easy to find,
I dreamed about something,
to beautifull to catch,
to light to hold on,
to unreal and so shimmering,
To be God, star or sun,
And when I'm finally close enough to touch,
I'm awake, full with anger,
disapointed so much,
Are they real in some way?
Is my question again,
Some people say not,
But i think they can,
Thought do exist,
So I'm thinking, I feel,
Alle teh places i've thought,
All my dreams,
They Are Real
Loes
(voor school engels gedicht maken)
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