Sunday, April 28, 2013

Where Dreams May Come Comments

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I dreamed a dream of days gone by. I heard a voice from a time long past. I looked up to find a friend I had not seen for many years. Twas the voice of innocence.

I heard the cry of pain. Pride, vanity, a mortal stain. I looked up to see eyes aglow, branding the coldest Winters' snow.
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Nice poem, full of emotion, nicely done

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Jacob Randall

Jacob Randall

Fairfield, Indiana
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