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Promise of that Dream
Contributed by
reilt
on
Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 01:59:23 PM in AEST
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oops
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Morning
Lost mid-way between breakfast and
And...
Words are running
away, the dat slips
From recognition
Seconds seduce the minutes
Minutes manipulate hours
Oh hours hurry past
Past the morning maze
That trips in all this weakness
To forget but never a success
Morning
Hindered movements
Empty,
Empty stomach
Right in the pit
Marooned somewhere between
The psuedo most important
aNd least of worries
Castaway on this island of thought
Of the single thing
That is a saving grace for this day
If only, only
An ease into tonighht
And that dream again.
Copyright ©
reilt
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2004-11-22 13:59:23]
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Re: Promise of that Dream
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by a_bear on
Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 02:06:13 PM AEST
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| does the dream really come? good write |
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Re: Promise of that Dream
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by Oriana on
Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 03:24:58 PM AEST
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Dreams have a funny way of pulling you back into the realm of sleep don't they. Great poem ^_^ *gives you a cookie*
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