Hidden on my shelf.
Away from all the thieves
Stealing my hoard of
Thoughts and dreams.
A cry for peace.
A dance with fairies.
A journey to the moon.
A road to death.
Realities seem far.
Distant in my mind.
Float on a cloud of imagination,
Sing my hopes out loud.
Friday, December 15, 2006
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