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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. |
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 ] | |