my dreams <br />are flowers to start <br />with <br /> <br /> <br />there is no beauty <br />in these dreams <br /> <br />oh they will not be <br />of any interest anymore <br /> <br />all wilted flowers <br />dusted in the attic <br /> <br />dead in the loneliness <br />of cold silence<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wilted-flowers-2/
