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- Two Stars Sparkle as One Soul -


They whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones gracefully
Consuming tunes sweetly echoing and crowning a heart with love 
Your gentle words, your tender touch, so much divine beauty as
Our two stars sparkle as one soul with one golden smile of eternity

When the sun rises in the east and the sun sets in the west we know
While looking upon a dream holding the deepest vision awestruck
The new sun across the sky passes so the soul can reach its destiny
And you vanquished all doubts of me burning as one flame on fire 

Knowing the winds in Heaven mix forever in a powerful divine glory
With one angel standing before our eyes as destiny sparks its promise
That in God’s way it must be the message of love we feel so strongly
Embracing forever the alchemy of two stars blazing hot with emotion
 
Dreams and fantasies merge with this wonderful bliss ever so gently
As faraway rising is your sunshine holding hands warmly as a regal gift 
And a truth filled with blessing, deeply peaceful and complete as we pray
Under a bridge of hope with colors kissing the heart and soul of a dream

Love and devotion pervade our eternal desire of oneness with the Lord God
As His heavenly guard ushers our souls together with purpose before Him
And as a choir of angels sing their majestic paeans honoring this moment
We see now our dreams melding as one as our two stars sparkle as one soul 






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated
Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 11, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)


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Blame The Moon


I blame you, moon, for bringing thoughts of love in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep. Dreams drift bewildered in my head above til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep. The moon shines careless on this lonely soul and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang. As dark expands in shadows to console, they slice the skin releasing bitter pain. In dreams, I feel a heart beating with mine, a stranger once becomes now all I know. Familiar taste upon my lips like wine flows perfectly from starry tide aglow. How do I live in sunlight’s looming grave, deadened by numbing rays of ruthless sun? How do I live without the arms I crave, amongst the crowds until the day is done? I blame you, moon, for rousing dreams within to taunt me with a lover’s longing smile. Beneath closed lids, I’m lost in timeless spin. Winds whisper, moon, please let her sleep awhile. for Gautami Phookan's Waking Dreams Contest, 12/1/14


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Dream

Speak not of glorious visions past. 
The dark remorse of woe 
into the nightly splendour fades, 
Where now, I too must go.

Weep not the tears of duty here, 
Nor utter words withheld 
That may have given liberty, 
And had the power to meld.

Fear is but a childish word 
That fills the heart with dread, 
No more will rage direct my path, 
Nor turn this weary head.

The north wind blasts against my cheek 
Where tears did fall, short time ago, 
The salty streams have turned to ice, 
Repentant floods no more will flow.

I see the dawn break splendidly, 
It melts the air around, 
And bends the flower’s head toward east, 
In trance-like motion bound.

-YLE 


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In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.






       
        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014





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The Fixer

I'm known as the fixer
The collector of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams

All your thoughts within my reach
I look deep within your mind
That's where the hopes and dreams hide
What I seek I'm sure to find

Dreams you thought impossible 
Abandoned to yesterday
Come to life with a single thought
With a whisper I show the way

I truly am the fixer
The repairer of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams

You don't need to walk away
This dreaming's not a joke
If you choose to give up faith
Dreams will surely turn to smoke

When you're lost within lifes shadows
And you're feeling coloured blind
I'll open up the door a crack
So that light can flood your mind

Because I am the fixer
The repairer of broken dreams
I see your puzzle pieces
I put gold between the seams

Now you have possibilities
When you start you must follow through
Living your dreams is better
Just believe and they'll come true

I'll help you find the answers
Those gems hidden within your soul
You have an important part to play
It's time to take on your role

For you too are a fixer
A repairer of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
You put gold between the seams

Setting the pieces like a puzzle
You put gold between the seams


 




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Paradise Lost

Today I could feel only burning salty tears of sadness 
Alone as I walked slowly along the beach pondering
Sweet memories pervading my inner psyche deeply 
With coiling inside gasps of heavy breathless moans
 
Sweetest honey holding precious memories so real
Faraway looking into the sun setting warm—a utopia
As a special friendship was born under a sweet kiss
While conjuring true a most incredible dream shone
 
Visions flashback into far distant everlasting thoughts
Full of smiles adoringly walking along the golden sands 
Feelings with joy as magical tunes are so divinely sung 
As large waves crash over and over in the mind’s eye 

True emotions burning with love stays forever so pure
As tears fall upon the sand symbolizing a rapid change 
In realizing your very touch means and meant so much 
As salted heart burning flames stir unquenchable fires 

You who burns inside this candle lost in your very space
Darling the happiest day of my life came on our meeting 
As I found you fortified in a castle of one mystic dream 
As whispers cast over the warm sea finding a true love

Carnations lovely crowning petals of a most regal life with
Beauty whose golden visage lights faraway sunsets so real
While smiling gently and graciously before her—Our Queen
Who seeks with tears and toil to restore our Paradise Lost

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 6, 2015)
(Unrhymed Quatrain)


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Whispers

Whispers …

By: Ashley Griffey

Whispers surrounding me.
Wrapping me in a blanket,
Taking hold unexpectedly,
Making me forget

Everyone thinks I’m crazy,
But I know more than them,
But unlike all others 
I never speak on a whim.

Listening closely 
And never letting go,
Words one forgets 
I always know.


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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


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Both Sides for Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.


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A Piece Of Dream

I look behind to see my dream has shattered
into a million pieces on the floor
I knew that this was going to happen
but didn't know it would hurt much more

It was the only way this dream should end
it wasn't one that had a hope
it's better off in a million pieces
I'm just not sure how to cope

I know that I must now recover
and learn to build my dreams again
I just need to build them better
and make them those I can attain

I know the hurting will continue
for a time at least
but from my dream that lies here shattered
I'll take from it one piece

It's something that I'll carry forward
into my new dream I must take
for it's the thought of possibilities 
this piece of dream did wake

But it's the image my dream created
is that which hurts the more
I think it's this that lies in tatters 
strewn across the floor.


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I Dreamt of You Last Night

We stood on the bow
of an old wooden ship.
Splashing waves; music sounds;
salty mists with each dip.
I, in a white pheasant dress;
you only in jeans.
No one else on the deck;
just us in bare feet.
Your chest, warm to my back;
wrapped in your loving arms.
Mystic waters of black;
Ocean sky casts moon and stars.
Ancient lands strangely appear
as completely in full view.
You softly whisper in my ear,
"This world's for me and you."
A realm only for us;
in dreams we meet there.
Awakened, I touch
dried salt in my hair.


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In My Vibrant Dream

*Past silver groves of willows weeping near a crystal stream, I move with an excitement flowing in my vibrant dream. Those colors that I take for granted in the concrete world shine brilliantly like buds of roses that have come unfurled. Ahead there is a field of daisies - wild yellow in bloom. I’m feeling golden; such enchantment whisks away all gloom. Atop a hill as bright a green as Ireland’s emerald isle - as day’s last rays of sun shine down - is where I’ll stay a while. Inside my dream appears white parchment; in my hand a quill! Across the sky there splashes splendor; all the earth grows still. A white swan’s feather now dips into ink a cobalt blue. As sky bursts crimson, I am painting all this dream for you! *Past silver groves of willows weeping is a line I borrowed from Heather Ober's "Into the Gloaming" Written by Andrea Dietrich For Richard Lamoureux's Pick a Line Any Line Poetry Contest


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I Grieve A Dream

You are the tear that follows me
the ache within my soul
the bitter-sweet that sings to me
my heart you came and stole

You are a dream beyond my reach
a wish I can not touch
it breaks my heart to be so close
for I love you far too much

You are a kiss I can't make real
a whisper never spoken
a cherished thought that stays asleep
a smile lying broken

You are the one I can not have 
no matter how it pains
my dream for which I sit and grieve
a shadow that remains

You are the sun that has to set
our time just couldn't last
I need to wait for the dawn to break
while I mourn for is past.

'1st poem on poetry soup contest'
6th place

Brian strand's 'One off contest'
1st place










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Dream of Death

I dreamt my father came to me
From beyond the grave words spoken
He held my hand and said to me
Your life cycle has broken

Mom sent me here to fetch you
And take you home to heaven
I rejoiced and hugged my Dad
Eager to see my late folks and husband

But before I could get dressed to leave
My father had departed
Does he still wait to take me home?
Answer, Dad, I'm broken hearted

To join all my loved ones in the afterlife
Brings great joy to me, no fear
So I will sleep lightly again tonight
In hopes Dad will reappear


*Entry for the "Dream Land" contest.   (Based on a real dream.)


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Diner Girl

She's a diner girl
A trucker's fantasy
A little bit tough
While being sexy

Sure she likes to flirt
A tool of her trade
She has them dreaming
Thinking they'll get laid

The tips all add up
For dreams of her own
When her shift's over
She goes home alone

You think you know her
She plays the part well
Your glimpse of heaven 
Her personal hell

Her expectations
Are grander than this
She desires more
Than a truckers kiss

Nothing can stop her
Or get in her way
The World needs dreamers
Who dream better days





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All I Ask

I need you to be my earth angel
I need you to kiss away tears
I need you to comfort my soul
I need you to conquer my fears

I want you to be my hero
I want you to release my dream
I want you to be my victor
I want you to love to extreme

I need you to be my sunshine
I need you to drench me like rain
I need you to bathe me in light
I need you assuage my pain

I want you to be my lover
I want you to make me to feel
I want you to teach me pleasure
I want you to make it surreal

I need…I want…I must have you
I burn with unquenchable fire
Your prowess… the essence of life
The source of burning desire

If this is too much that I ask
To comply with beyond your will
Then, oh, just let me adore you
Of your charm, let me have my fill

I only want to be near you
To bask in your beauty so fine
Your words resurrect me to life
They transport me to the divine

Oh please, let your presence cover
In your glow let my poor heart bask
I long to lie in your shadow
Oh, my love, is this much to ask?

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Starry Dream

 
The sky is dark blue this dreamy night, But in the vast canopy only one star is winking; It beckons to my soul so I reach out with my finger, And magically stars are sprinkling and cascading. Like a waterfall of lights they swirl and twirl and dance, I am taken up in a whirlwind of bliss and delight; Then I find myself in an enchanted forest, Alone but for a beautiful unicorn horse all white. And I ride this ethereal creature all the night long, Over streams flowing and forests and valleys green; To stunning ancient places and wondrous cities, Oh sadly it is dawn and I must un-dream this dream. _______________________________ June 20, 2015 Quantrain For Fantasy contest, sponsor Mystic Rose Second Place


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A DREAM

I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow 
standing on its center,an old weeping willow 
engraving some letters, on its thick stem 
I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem 

I want to draw,the blue of your eyes 
those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies 
adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit 
to gamble for love, to win or to quit 

I picture...,the smiles in your lips 
lick your kisses' nectar as it drips 
stare at them,till they call my name 
lingering to end up,the glory, I claim 

I draw a heart,with compassion and love 
gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love 
sending my devotion,for you alone to own 
unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone


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A Dream Too Far Distant

Night revolves in stillness,
reaching for the dawn.
Orion, Taurus and the Dogs,
yield to Deneb and the Swan.

And there in deep south rising,
a blood-tinged, pulsing heart,
Antares, stinger and the claws:
celestial works of art.

But now comes an intruder
amid Scorpius’ vivid stars,
for Antares is but mere rival
to the dazzling orb of Mars.

In dreams I've often wandered
and traversed empty space—
through darkest matter I have roamed,
yet yearned for just one place.

Its icy poles I’ve glimpsed from earth—
winds and saffron dust—
iron from exploded suns
gathered there as rust.

I’m sure I’d miss the color green—
long for skies of blue.
But brand new memories I’d espouse
forgetting hues I knew.

Alas, I'm tethered to the earth—
can’t travel into space.
So in twenty, maybe thirty years,
won’t you please go in my place?


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Walking Njeri's Dream

The heat of the busy day has abated,
Noisy children safely gathered and playing.
The cool gentle breeze, scents understated
Breathes through Palm leaves gently swaying.

This is our time, our tranquility, our time to tread,
I feel the soft cold beach sand rushing between my toes.
The waves beat against the shore, lilting rhythms in my head
As the empty beach and lapping sea evaporate our woes.

Soft conversation can now be held without the ugly noise
Of cars and trucks and motorbikes on the busy road.
The soothing twilight music, nature's playground toys,
As we're strolling arm in arm, our troubles to offload.

The water's edge is firm and wet as we walk beholding the glorious sight
And all the angst and uncertainty, at once, begins to mellow.
The black night sky embraces the Cerulean blue and calms the fight
For the last goodbye at the world's edge between red and yellow.

The footsteps we leave in wet sand slowly disappear
Like lost loves and absent friends they're washed away.
We stand and gaze out to sea, the poetry's so clear,
With whispered verse, the perfect end to an imperfect day.


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My Country

My country is home, 
I have no fear. 
My country is home, 
and I am here. 


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Basketball Brain



Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks Along with an adorable personality I'd have to beat the ladies off with a stick Love it if this was suddenly reality Hollywood would continually be bugging me To make millions from my glorious kisser Certainly be renowned the whole world over But dear Cathie, I'd surely miss her I'd send for her as soon as I bought a mansion Overlooking the beautiful blue sea Would say farewell to my bevy of beauties So honoured to have had a piece of me This new cyber world allows for such musing I could actually be of the opposite sex Now I've really got you wondering haven't I So you never know what to expect Well I must confess I'm a ten year old genius With a brain the size of a basketball Eat gigabytes of data, morning, noon and night And spit out gobs of wisdom to all Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks Dream on you old geezer, dream on A major overhaul would certainly be necessary And I don't think you've got that long © Jack Ellison 2013


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A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.

I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.

The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.

I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.

I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.





Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"

Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter


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How Dreams are Born at Fifteen

Fifteen days of living I blew bubbles
Bubbles pearlescent in the sun
In hope and love I blew you bubbles
Ephemeral, floating, glorious sun loved bubbles.

In my act of creation, exhale air
Life held close in the bubbles 
Uh-whoo, uh-whoo, here’s life to live
I blew you bubbles for you to catch.

Leap and snatch we played bubbles
Bubbles so airy we can hold and spray
A bubbly world of shimmery beings
Floating in the wind of our wake.

And at the end of the pliant and fun filled day
We dreamed of bubbles, leaping for bubbles
Watery, airy bubbles floating, flaring and caught
and held within our hand a bubble, a bubble  smashed.

And oh how silly we seemed to break our play
Open up our hand, find within a pearl
A soft shimmery white pearl of life
And let it fly away, in the breeze, like our dream, free.


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Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt
That the world was all at rest
From vice exempt
Filled with songs of mortals blessed
(Refrain)
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
That I danced the night away
In some attempt
To hold back the morning's gray 
(Refrain)
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
Of an arbour filled with light
And then I wept
When it vanished from my sight
(Refrain)
And I've naught but a memory dear
Of the dresses of silk and brocade
Of the moon and the stars shining clear
And the fond wish that I could have stayed


For the contest "Last Night I Dreamt..."
Catagory: Serious
Written 7/29/13


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Out of Water


Here on the shore, no voices spoil 
my peaceful time of early morn.
He comes to beckon where sands roil 
on pristine beach as tides are born.
I call to calm the wind and sea
with victory of a rising sun.
Stirring the silence, he waits for me
to wash in waves before days done.
He guides me to his ocean deep
where blues and greens blend holding hands.
We laugh and watch the dolphins leap.
Then dive to rest on silky sand.
There on the ocean floor, I leave
my every worry, stress and care.
We rise to surface where we weave
our hopes and dreams, tomorrows shared. 
Caressing salted skin, we sleep
here on the shore, no voices spoil.   
Then out of water, blue oceans weep;
waves crash with dreams where harsh sands roil.





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Resting

My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.

My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.

I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.

It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.

You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.





Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert 


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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


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Empire of the Rising Sun

Leaking sides of a filth I abandoned

Sheathing myself to my fortress garrisoned

Waste snaking through what's left of my good will

On and off I rode away from the wasteland off the distant hill

 

Encountering the ghosts of the past whispers

Devouring my thoughts my head dazed in whimper

A shield broken a sword untamed

Halos smothered and bloody fingers to blame

 

Hurricanes swept the grasslands clean

Storms stripping the seas of rough and lean

Waves hurrying to escape the fury of the dark night sky

To whom it may be, the ones screaming to die

 

Blazing fires putting ashes to the ground

The traces of disaster slaving the uncrowned

Shadows of the graves greeted the living with open arms

The cries of fear echoed the heavens with crimson scars

 

To whom will you run? To whom will you plead?

When the sky burns red and the kings turn to flee

To whom will it matter, whether you live to see another day

To whom will it stain, the end of a million hearts beating astray

 

Hail of ember melts away your eyes and ears

Your fate manifests the monster you've dreaded and feared

Glory will claw the spines of lands filled with the martyrs' blood

No escaping the howls of an outcast howling through the moonless flood

 

The withering final moments, savoring the jolly stride

Rode the sheathing swords that flew the banners of pride

Gliding on skulls of their fallen ones

Swore to retake the Empire of the Rising Sun


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Sunrise

Can't a man dream
awhile,
On things that bring
a smile?
Why should not his
dream,
Ever be reality?


©2014 Honestly JT