Dream

Yet another random poem.

 

I dreamed a dream of an angelic man, tall, proud, and brilliant. The sunlight reflected on his kimono, making it look like he was on fire. He could never be mine… but that doesn't stop me from wishing, hoping, wondering… but still, he will never be mine…

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I liked your poem. It had a good flow. The words made for a vivid image. I could picture someone dreaming about this man that can never be hers. It was good.