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Man is a sensitive creature It has just two legs but one heart In which an army of thoughts and sensations live You can compare man to well produced fell-good garden Man is a creative creative creature But sometimes he wastes time on meaningless passions Just to kill all well-being and good there is This is a mystery But man stands above all other animals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I . . . . Id like to have a place A place . . . . Where, I can . . . . DREAM I . . . . Like to be able to drift . . . Away . . . . Leave . . . . This place This time This land And Id like . . . . To find a place . . . . Where I could . . . . See . . . . Without it being a burden On those blind to simple ordinary things Id wish Wish . . . . That if only, the lonely Would sing Just so i can hear their dreams in whispers But . . . . I find Somewhere else Is apparently where I rightfully belong Sometimes . . . . I hold on tight To the remains of day I wont let her go Her sun Falling Spilling Drifting Into that sunsets horizon I want her to . . . . Last Just one more moment I want her to wait - if only for just a bit Look back Smile at me Comfort me Tell me Its all right, love, Ill be back . . . soon But I find In these moments Fleeting Her mysteries Are all her own Belonging Only to her And her lover The infinite short story Of the moon That lingers in her unfathomable twilight . . . . And so . . . In whispers In hopes In dreams - resting & awake I am here Lingering Narrating a story Of them both Lovers of dreams Of sand, surf & sea And if ever Theyd find my eyes And if ever Theys both look beyond - themselves Their short That - eternal FILM 1 They - as lover & as friends Would come in memories Visit me Vividly wake Tenderly torment Find me Embrace me Send me Away I . . . Id like Someday To have a place I can truly Call my own But . . . For now As fortune would have it You can find me here Among Your digital pages A occupant Without A temple A prayer A place I can rightfully Call home
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 20:53:25 +0000

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