Sunday 15 July 2012

A Dream Deffered

ah....lately more in the poetry than in a photography





What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like 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?


by Langston Hughes






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