About my beloved father.

Dreams are dangerous in the sense that they let you live out a fantasy while you are asleep.

Men dream of their fantasies all through the night.

When you’re too old to love you can still dream.

I narrate a writers dream that quickly becomes a nightmare… What more is there to say? This poem is a random one so I’m sure there’s some grammar issues…

The well in which if a coin is droped with wispered wish it comes true…

A divine promise of two.

Just last night I dreamt of my deceased Grandma. We travelled across the parched land.

Part of accepting death is trying to imagine it, but nothing prepares you for the the real thing.

It will be so wonderful if we can live a place where we dream of.