Tuesday, July 05, 2005
A Poem
DreamsDreams are woven
With secret hopes
And fantasy,
With a touch
Of realism.
They are the spices
In the soup of life,
The silver lining
Of every cloud
And the raindrop
In the desert sand.
Dreams have a way of
Burrowing into your reality.
To stick to your pathetic life
And make you see magic.
They remind you of,
Your paradise.
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[`9:26 PM]
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