Words without actions are the assassins of idealism. - Herbert Hoover

Surreal


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29 Mar 2004 How do I begin for I know not where I am. Is this a dream? I think not for dreams know not such beauty. Have I found a missing stitch in life’s ever growing tapestry through which I’ve fallen? Is this some middle world where reality rides upon the back of a unicorn? Have I created you? Lost my mind to an invisible fay? If I hold my breath, will you stay? Perhaps I have no breath. But I feel you. When I close my eyes, I see you. Where I think, I find you. I am lost inside you. For TG



© MoonFay
2005-08-05

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