Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Dreams Die

Hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
in the
heart.
Life is broken winged
bird
that can not
fly.
 Like for when
barren
field with frozen
snow.

2 comments:

Mrs. Goins said...

Monika- I can feel the sadness in your poem. I love the similes you used to describe heartbreak.

Anonymous said...

I've never heard a poem that good before




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