Year 1894

The Year Was 1894
A year I can't ignore.
I saw an image in a dream
it was surreal consciousness stream.
I saw a motorcycle with blue eyed grown boy-
I was shortly filled with joy.
Then I started to cry deep in my gut
something bad had happened
I was distraught.
Dream fades and with tears in my eyes-
I don't know if this is a past life.
But left an impression on me—
will find out if it is a tragedy.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 29,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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