Dreams By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
In them I am painting
Stood still upon a canvass
I wonder who painted it
If I could picture a painting
So dull I could put them into
Motion so full
I feel so strange when I awake
If I could capture myself asleep
I could have all dynasty at feet
Even as I am laying awake
Visions of my dream Remains
In them I sit on a edge so arranged
Seven horses set free on scence
The waters waiting to be displayed
Handling the sun with a sponge
Mourning formed a bathing sun
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