Teen Poetry #8 |
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since 2007-10-06
Posts 11 |
I think of the sailing dream I had When I was so little, And everything seemed possible. I grew as winters went passing by, learning to shy All the fantasy and fairytales behind. Many things started to lose their color, Changing into a single, ordinary dollar. And the ideas that were once so touchable Are now lying on the ground, A miserable criminal. 2007/12/7 11:45AM |
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