I wake up, and I wake up...
it's still a dream?
As hard as I can, I scream..
yet I can't hear myself..
I try to open the door..
It's locked?
I stretch my fingures underneath it,
there's light...
it's warmly warm.
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4 comments:
shotgun
stop confusin me.. where's the translation ?? ;p
loool.. the locked door is like binding of freedom, the light under it is hope.. the dream at the beginning shows how she can't believe her reality and thinks it is a horrible dream, a nighmare :)
thanks sweety
hey reem,
great poem
liked the hoplessness in the first stanza and the freedom -light in the second one
i have been reading ur poems and i admire the special sense u have :)
keep it up sis ,, and good luck
*hey felicity... thanks my dear for sweet words :D
i love hope, no matter what one must have hope, and dreams :)
thanks and good luck to u 2
*hey esraa... dear soso, life doesnt suck all the time, mskeena life, ppl suck :D mo?
thanks sweety, i love ur words too ;)
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