Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Story of a dream


Huh! It feels so vague,
But not really pale,
I can unfold you;
And nothing less to do than mould you.

The little life I had in a saddle
Is like a child in a cradle!
I dare not predict,
It blooms into a fresh little flower,
But will it be the worst or best,
I dare not expect the life’s best
Cause it’s all the story of a dream.

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