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Quietly she sits alone
Underneath the shadows of a blossomed tree,
Her thoughts reflect the days gone by,
And the hurdles of tomorrows rising sun,
Memories and fantasies collide,
Drifting her thoughts beyond reality,
Her eyes gaze beyond the horizon,
They do not focus on certainty,
They see only idealism,
A place contained within herself,
Without judgement, ridicule, rules or boundaries,
It is a sanctuary, a resting place,
Nowhere and everywhere at once,
A traveler without baggage,
That dreams the impossible dream.
by Angela Ladouceur
copyright August 10, 2000 |
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