Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tanka

It had mystery
Ghosts and getting swung through time,
a little kid lost
a crowded street of people
a dream someone got lost in


It may not sound as well as my acrostics but I really had this urge to write this dream I had today.
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  1. Middle MindsApril 15, 2010 at 4:40 PM

    It is beautiful! When you get the urge to write a poem about something, let nothing stop you.

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