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Sun 12 Jun, 2005 11:43 am
As i sit here and wonder,
it all is a dream,
nothing is what it may seem to be,
lost in thought,
captured and caught in all that is not,
longing for something that can never be,
the journey only escapes my memories,
dreams are my playground for fantasies,
maybe someday my life can be complete,
and no one has to compete,
desires and longings become but a dream when all
fades to slumber and everything is in plunder,
people, places, things to see only capable in my
dreams, reality seems to lift away, into a realm of
time and space, none of which escapes my mind,
always racked with thoughts in mind.
OOh, I like it. The only thing is, "capible" is spelled "capable." JUst thought you'd like to know that...but anyways, I do like it. I don't really have any suggestions.
thanks
Thanks so much for the feedback! Guess what? My birthday is tomorrow! well, back to the writing, I was hoping that the poem would go down well because, I wrote it based on my thoughts and emotions.
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