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A BIPOLER DREAM

Poetry By: blue3232
Poetry


IN THIS DREAM ,IM FLYING,PLAYING ..............


Submitted:Jun 20, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


COLD abstractions,
whistling birds,
a room full of
possibilities, and
a heart turned to
stone.
FRAIL words,
flaming fish,
pale waters,
and a compass,
pointing towards
east or west.
BOOM, says man,
boom, says friend,
boom, says me,
boom, until we all
get it right.
COLD abstractions,
COLD abstractions,
and a child that
leads.





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