Monday, October 07, 2013

as the seeds grow into flowers

the insomniacs
are here in the fields of dreams

throwing words like seeds
and without sleeping watching them grow

for the morning to see
and believe and be happy again

as the seeds grow into flowers
poems and stories

and when everything blooms
poems and stories read and passed

from one imagination to another
perhaps on the next night of our sweet ordeals

we can sleep soundly again
dreaming words in their bright colors

in their sweet scents in their
good taste in such basketful of abundance.

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