Friday, 4 May 2007

Random poems.

'Dream Deferred'
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

-- Langston Hughes

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