Words On A Wall At A Ruins
Once; when the world danced
In riots joy
A feathered headdress lurked
Waiting to hurl a signal
The way a drum throbs
Life into meaningful dreams
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Enigmatic words, and full of promise, leaves us yearning for those "meaningful dreams," those "riots of joy."
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Once upon a time, it was filled with drums and riots of joy.
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I do hope those days return, meaningful dream, riots of joy and drums. Yes!!
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I love your poem that alludes to carnival and the images and dreams it conjures up.
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I can imagine the feathered headdress lurking and feel the drums throb with life!
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I love that feathered headdress lurking and waiting for a signal, Gillena, and I could hear the throbbing drum. That’s what I need at the moment, meaningful dreams.
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May those meaningful dreams come true!
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love the thought of the dreams that once sprung from those ancient stones of the ruin
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Recognizing those dreams is the key.
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