So many dreams lurk
Hidden
Within my
Inner self.
Faint memories all
Mixed up
To create a
Twisted plot
Short or long,
Scary or amazing,
I want to keep them
All.
Though nightmares were
Most common,
A tale is best
Once told.
Here is but a bit
Of all those dreams
Within me.
Difficult to understand;
What could they possibly mean?
Perhaps I will find out,
Once darkness comes
Again.
Zeba Ahmed • grade 9
Monday, March 12, 2007
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