Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
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poem about dreams #2
A dream can dream a wonderful thing.
A dream can dream a horrible thing.
A dream can dream fantastic things.
A dream can dream a sad thing.
A dream can dream happy things.
A dream can dream a lonely thing.
But, most of all,
Dreams can dream!
Mahfooz Ali
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Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
BY
Langston Hughes
