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Author: Roula
ASL Info:    18/female
Elite Ratio:    2.72 - 46 /64 /45
Words: 87
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Late Sunday morning, I woke up
retracing my footsteps.
Slowly, time is passing by.

Foreign simple pleasures
draw me in; there are no worries.
Dreamer, take me in.

No one's fooling you,
its another reminder of survival;
the day unfolds, spinning out of control.

Am I pursuing the right dreams?

I always liked being different,
but you're so much like me.
I never know whats in store-

So I leave it all behind.
Maybe tomorrow,
I just might believe you, dreamer.

Submitted on 2007-05-27 18:51:44     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  i really like this. da whole light feel throughout it is refreshing. The imagery is good and i like the light wording of it, almost like a dream :)
| Posted on 2007-05-27 00:00:00 | by TheStillSilence | [ Reply to This ]
  Lovely poem, Roula! Dream, then live the dream!
| Posted on 2007-05-27 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]

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