Where Dreams Bloom

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

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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