Dreams change the world at large
Hence it chose you to dream and create
Writing new ranges in pages
Of morning dew drops to elate.
More than Seas, tall as hills
Bright as sunlight was future you
Now I see cup of teas
Cracking starlight falling as cubes.
My hopes blew; I told you
To walk away from cold embrace.
I showed you not all new
Dawns bring today in all man’s race.
But the you that you are
Looked for roses elsewhere and flied
Black and blue, blunt and cruel,
He killed you there on dreaming bed.
Both style and content? Apt!
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Please explain your comment sir. I don’t seem to understand the question.
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Oh. It wasn’t a question. It’s a manner of speaking. I was saying both the style and content of the poem is apt.
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Wow
Thank you sir
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Oh. It wasn’t a question but rather a manner of speaking. It’s a way of saying the style and content of the poem is apt.
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Okay. Thank you sir
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