It's late; I should be sleeping. Alas, here I am going down memory lane. A poem, written in 2002ish. It might be lame, but that's how we learn. Remembering the past to head to the future.
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Dreams
Haunt her unconscious
Taking her on a ride
That she normally wouldn’t take
In her dreams
She is free like a bird
Flying in the air
Feeling the wind
Beneath her wings
When she is awake
Her feet are firmly planted on the ground
Never daring to let them fly
Afraid
Someone might see beneath the mask she wears
And then her dreams
Would be revealed
For the entire world to see.
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