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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
The source of my soul is dreams, Living in one that exist only in mind, Not actully living in reailty, Sometimes up there in the clouds, I sit a top the fuffy white, And imagine a castle there, Way up high where my dreams begin, But always something to pull me down, And I hit the bottom of cold reailty. Words flow heavily, A carbon copy of my heart, As well as my soul. |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
that's life, Maria..up, down, and around..never boring..  nice piecethe woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Nicki Junior Member
since 2000-09-12
Posts 14 |
Interesting poem, really depicts life to a T. I liked it a lot, well written. |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Pegasus - nope thank god, I get bored very easily Nicki- thanks Words flow heavily, A carbon copy of my heart, As well as my soul. |
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