BOR ( / 14th January 1959)


Clouds chasing dancing moon-beams
call out to play your dreams
to dance with stars that glitter and shine.
saddest of all
they can never be mine.

by Bernadette O Reilly

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Comments (2)

Very nice poem..i like this :) but the dream is achievable as every night you can see it around you It simply done but the words are big and thought is overwhelming it so nice to have this, no matter what if you dream high you must find a way to reach it If you dream to get there we can go there using spaceship but if you think dream a dream then it is a dream be optimistic but on reality...sometimes with fantasy it helps hahahaha _Unwritten Soul
dont be such optimistic there is always hope keep up its simple pure and lovely