A poem about dreams.

Dreams come at night,

But they fade away

as we wake,

Dreams contain our

hopes and wishes,

We always believe that

they will come true,

Dreams vary with each night

that we fall asleep,

We try to remember them,

But never have much luck,

Dreams are mysterious

in their own way,

They will always keep life interesting.

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  • mphsglo on Jun 10, 2011

    True. Nice poem.

  • novelist on Jun 17, 2011

    Good poe. Dream can become a reality. Read my poem, titled Pleasant Dreams.

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