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twisted dream.

Lost in a nightmare
In waking light

Somewhere between
The beginning of night

Twisted dreams
Winding streams

Fields of flowers
echoing scream's

Willing my mind
To wake

Bridge crumbling
Final fate

Time behind
Years ahead

something
missing

late
Hours dissimulate

What is real
Ending wheel

turning backwards
run

Covering clouds
Empty space

no earthly sun

Trapped within
A twisted dream

No one to hear
The final scream.
Nardine Sanderson 07/11/2014.

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Jimmy Arnold

 Loved the rhythm, emanating from this poem Li Sis. Every line, every turn and bend, you poured pure rhyme and rhythm in them.."Twisted dreams"and "No one to hear the final scream."We hear you Lil Sis and always will...".Loved this entire poem"....poured your heart out in this one....Jim

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you my brother Jim, if i ever get stuck in such reach in and pull me out, it's not somewhere i wish to stay, love you heaps always your sis down under nardine xoxo

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Jimmy Arnold

You are always welcome and you know i will Lil Sis, you know i will, without a shadow of a doubt ........Again loved this one and powerful delivery, in your rhythmic flow...Jim

 

 

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