Hidden From Sight

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Believe in dreams when you`re alone,
When nothing makes your soul smile,
If you don`t want to speak by phone
And read by own written file.
Believe in dreams when tears are falling down,
When people hate you for unusual thought.
Believe in dreams if you`re a funny clown,
Believe like all philosophers were taught.
Believe in dreams and sun will shine so bright,
You`ll get miracles from a friendly hand.
Believe in dreams, you shouldn`t go and fight,
You`ll go with me on this way till the end.
Believe my friend in clumsy, noisy mind,
In each love story you have got inside.
Believe in me and stand in angel`s side,
You`ll see my light is wonderful and bright.

Comments about Hidden From Sight

i live in dreams and i mark them come true i believe in dreams is when god visit you and show you your future your tomorrow Thank you i love this
I bealive in dream, I bealive in life and in love... congrats riza
; ; ; And I like this too, brava Ekaterina
dreams.... we need dreamers.... We havent many, it uplifts. it reassures, it encourages. it leads to perseverance.. thank you very much for this very fine poem...
I believe in dreams, Ekaterina. This poem was beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Peace.


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