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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.
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 ] |