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Crushed Dreams

Poetry By: Hinoglue

The flowers, are dreams...

Submitted:Aug 27, 2011    Reads: 200    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Beautiful flowers bloom,
Sweetly singing,
In the light of the moon

A woman is walking,
Through the fields,
Sleep talking

She mumbles words,
Barely audible,
Like a coward's

The flowers die,
As she steps,
Not daring to cry

It's like a dream,
Getting crushed,
Someting you can't redeem,
After it's gone


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