Letters by Dream, by George Chow
The only way to see this is by asleep.
Mostly abstract like Picasso.
Unless you know who is the one sent it.
But it all comes without a name.
For me to guess how my home is possessed,
and hope for a good dream to be blessed.
And day dream at home is for myself to others.
Those nightmares recieved,
maybe just for my own missed used.
Now i wonder how those mail person get paid.
By an urgent deliever for me to wake up question.
Who is she for my letters sent.
Who is this love like divine give.
Then how much ink and paper left for me to unleash,
the guilts of those late miss notice.
|Posted: 2014-03-07 23:12:43 UTC|
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