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A tingle Of A Dream I had Crept upon Me In the Moonlight I was alone But wanting And I dreamed… … … And then I woke Soap bubbles Burst the same And Now I know You don’t love me … … And I know that now |
i like the feel of this poem. the pauses and a kind of, ambiguity about it. but i want more out of it. what were you dreaming, who are you talking about, how does knowing they don't love you make you feel. i like your style, but i think you could get more out of it. Good luck. Regards, Kalinda | Posted on 2008-02-06 00:00:00 | by Kalinda | [ Reply to This ] | |