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Dreams of Reality |
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Wet Member
since 1999-07-25
Posts 60Brentwood, Tn |
The morning dawns The tired people awake The crowd forms At a momments brake. The people talk But can only dream... Influence, Peace Their minds, Their time. Night falls Sun breaks Originality still awakes Now standing all alone... My brothers, my sisters, All forgotten to the Invisibility of today. Out of sight, in the crowd Standing out... Lost in the confusion. My people, Your people, Now seperated but not alone Many Leaders, but no one follows. Shall we all die to our imagination?? Or shall we... Live on in the minds Of our followers?? Do you hear it?? Silence. Do you see it??? That one standing out. The one that leads all the others Yet follows his own footsteps, Now free to the limitations Of peace. To the limits of our own existance. My Creator, Who follows his people, In which lead him to our kingdom, for that, it has no limits. But only dreams, That are now... Reality. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Absolutely beautiful!  ------------------ Denise |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
neat...I could take that and make another whole poem there is so much there. RB ------------------ if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming. |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I think this one slipped by everyone too quickly too! |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Probably because it was wet... |
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