every night
i curl into my original posture
and in the curvature
the seeds i've sown
much before i breathed
on this earth begin to
bloom into dreams...
yes, each morning
i wake up with a new dream
giving me a new direction...
23mar2010
11.09hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-dreams-bloom/
