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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Before I Die I Want…. Deep inside of me things have begun to stir. My hopes and dreams are mixing with my needs and desires. As feelings come to the surface suddenly my mind and body are taking on a life it seems all their own. Never before has such a sensation to fulfill what was once hidden demanded to be made known. Now all that lies beneath waiting, longing to come alive bubbled forth. It feels as though an unexpected force has entered my entire being pulling me, urging me on. Somewhere out there time and chance is going to come for me. Life is all too short at times so what do I do with what stirs right beneath the surface? Risk it all before I die for what I want! I set my hope and dreams to the wind to carry forth. My wants and desires followed close behind. They whistled through the trees and brushed the mountain tops. The ocean waves carried them far away to places my eyes have never seen. The desert floor was sprinkled softly with each and everyone I whispered. The stars in the sky lit up with my secrets and scattered them near and far. Now somehow they have been found out and are coming alive. I can feel it inside of me as now the demand to be filled has been sensed and demands to be satisfied. I spoke of hidden things only to have them set free. Dreams are private until spoken into the wind. Desire carries a scent that can’t go without stirring needs you whisper and only hope to fill. Before I die the things I whispered into the wind may come to be. I knew the risk of the whisper and that perhaps time and chance would take my secrets. These things have taken root and began to grow so strongly that not even I know if the risk of hopes, dreams, needs and desires will be fulfilled before I die. Debbie Knapp
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