Friday, September 09, 2005

My Story

Whispers of whats to come and what will be
These are the voices that make me see
See a world where dreams can happen
A world of spotted trees and walls of bumble bees
My soul, a dark cloudy blanket
Reminds me of the days where time and laughter are forever
Imagination inside a little pod
Spurts of growth create new branches
As these black claws reach their way to the top
I rise

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