Dreams, the brocken glass <br />Where our ambitions cut in pieces <br />Where we panic the most <br />And where we die and kill <br /> <br />They are not the blank mind <br />But the naked <br />Where we love and hate the same <br />Where we smile while dying<br /><br />sharon Pradeep<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-150/
