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| Dreaming is the place behind the stars under you eye-lids lurking in the weary corners of consciousness A windy path to sanity strewn with pain and mystery a battle most private and sacred a kingdom conquered a war unending Where lives infinite stop before tradgey where soft word press back the monsters where little whispers cause stars to fall Imagine falling breathing deeply sighing fully and drifting . . . |
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| What is a rosebud a promise barely audible under spreading green leaves tiny potential to be the grandest of the graceful blossoms in the garden of the world tiny color like a baby reaching down to drink the goodness of the rich earth holding breath of life in the heart of it a secret inside that none will know but the honey bee as secrect as a young girl's heart as gentle as spring welling up to overwhelm and wash away winter's decay oh please keep little promise open your tiny eye oh live oh bloom |
| ((I would like to announce that my rosebush has many little rose buds and two blossoms) =) |
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