Thursday, May 31, 2012

Dream Lake (Sound Poem)

Sweet dreams, while deep in sleep,
throughout the night through twinkling lights.
She made her way to see the lake,
to play the same games with her old school mate.
He had bright beautiful blue eyes,
Oh, how he loved to hide from her.
In green fields or in trash of peach peels,
in the treetops or the rooftops.
She could not find him, she could not see,
even though he buzzed and buzzed like a bee.

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