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MOHAMMAD SKATI A Week Has Only Seven Days - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI Inside an OYSTER'S SHELL There is a room reserved for me to hide my dreams back to the years of my fatigue. Time only can keep my dreams sweet or bad in its realm behind everyone's IVORY TOWERS got tired or a woman is giving birth to a new baby. May be a new dream generates another dream within a dream and, in a moment turn all our dreams into a nightmare. A dream is not a scary thing, but what's inside the dream itself. Our dreams stream in a creek, in a river, or in an endless sea. Behind our dreams a lot of dawns coming and bringing lives to our loved ones. All things happen in a week or in seven days. Our dreams run away like a thief trying to locate a safer haven. Sometimes dreams come true, but often they come false. To me, I wander when alone looking for a dream never turns itself into a nightmare. In seven days or in a week all things happen to me and to everyone. Only the week has seven days. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about A Week Has Only Seven Days by MOHAMMAD SKATI Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. MOHAMMAD SKATI's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl
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Brandy Avery ~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Na soilse a choinneáil dom ó oscailt mo shúile. San oíche wipe mé ar shiúl na deora go bhfuil mé cried. Mo shaol athraithe go mór agus go tapa. Bhí a fhios agam mo sonas. Ar mhaith riamh a bheith caillte. Déanann Mo intinn a reáchtáil agus a adhlacadh mo am atá caite. Char Mo scread mo bhrionglóidí. Beidh aon duine riamh a fhios cad a chiallaíonn sé. Chun féachaint ar cad atá feicthe agam nó bhí nuair a bhí mé. Mé riamh ag iarraidh a bhraitheann mar seo arís. Seasamh mé ard agus beidh riamh titim. Ní bheidh mo aoibh gháire a bheith bun os cionn. Toisc go mbeidh mé ag seasamh go deo mo talamh. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe