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your flickering touch and cooling brush the sighing hush and splendid lush. such delightful sights you many celestial lights
What is it about the night that makes people so scraed? Is it because of the fact that they know that if something bad were to happen, they would not be sparred?
Do You Have ... " Visions " ... of A ... BETTER Life ...
Love isn't always easy, Challenges may come your way. But as long as you hold hand in hand, You will live to see another day. Everything is up to you, You have your pen to write.
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth Until I was one with the rest of the universe Until I was bigger than the farthest star
Love is blindI never knew until I found you So has my world become now As how a cat thinksWhen it has it's eyes closed A good friend have I missed in my life
What are visions? Are they dreams? Are they prophesies? Are they fantasies? Are they lies told to ourselves? Are they glimpses of another dimensions in which we are the same person, but walk a different path?
I’m not a poet I’m a penny flying through the air after you throw it Off the top of a building or Into the wishing well I’m wishing well for all my brothers and sisters across the globe
I see visions. Visions of people who don't exist. They come to me all at once,
As I drift off to sleep, my mind enters into a door of dreams, a door filled with adventures for me. Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight Seeing the world from up so high.
Night after night, I somehow find myself
Once upon a time in a land so divine- Some man stood still on a city upon a hill. He'd stare down and wait for the stars to turn faint- Then the glass turned to sand and died the old man.
It is elegant as a mute swan, As rhythmic as the beating of a drum, That is poetry. It portrays detailed visions, The world as seen through the writers eyes, That is poetry. It is as long as life,
Have you ever just looked out and saw everything you couldn't formulate an explanation to captured through the simple essence of nature For instance take this cruise,
“Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero Su vocación de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos Mil recuerdos”
The dreamer in me can't stay still The visions of the future give me chills Languages I learn: Vietnamese and French But my satisfaction isn't quenched I want to travel
I. I always said I would live in a city like this when I was old enough to run away and not get caught. And now I live on a hill that overlooks the place I once sketched from dreams.