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Article by irena83 posted over a year ago
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~ Dreams.
These dreams that belong to ourselves,
so sweet and creative, and yet, distant and
fragile.
Dreams.
Dreams are what keep us alive.
We all dream, even when our eyes are
wide open, we dream...
Our fantasy is as deep as a sea,
so unpredictable for others.
The dreams belong to a dreamer.
Some people would say that reality is
so far from dreams.
But these dreams are what we fight for.
Dreams never die. They will always be part
of us, even when we are sad and disappointed,
our dreams might seem foggy or even broken,
but they are part of our soul, part of our reality.
A dreamer will never forget that feeling.
The nook where he hides its thought, but
keeps them alive, cherishing them, reviving them.
Dream are eternal and we all live for
our dreams.
Thus, the dreamer will never give up on dreams.
These dreams are what keep us in life,
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Article by Princess-Yvonne posted over a year ago
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My Fragile Winter Dream


You see, I'm dying
For this crystal temple of dreams
Melting my crying
In black waters of frozen streams.
I've to be stronger
But I feel your fingers are cold.
These shadows are like you.
I can't see your world.

Winter will bury with the snow my pain
You've never shared my sorrow, you'll never
share it again.
Dark is so deep and there's no sun to shine.
But in this fragile dream you're mine…

Mirrors are broken,
Stars are dead, they can't give us light.
Fear of darkness…
I wish you could trust my insight.
I've to be stronger
But I feel your fingers are cold.
These shadows are like you.
I can't see your world.

Winter will bury with the snow my pain.
You've never shared my sorrow, you'll never
share it again.
Dark is so deep and there's no sun to shine.
But in this fragile dream you're mine…
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Article by Princess-Yvonne posted over a year ago
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DORMANT DREAM

I want, my soul, to get rid of you
and live a life like trees in valleys
with flowers instead of your thoughts,
a life without evil or good.
Far away in a mountain forest
when all the birds will have a fun’
to wake up with the sun on my face
and the sky’s tears on my cheeks
and rain’s loose hair to wash away
my dusty ancient grief,
out of which I tore my roots
and the nights to give me star ear-rings.
The staring full moon I want to hang
upon the branch like a nest.
To fill myself of rays and vitality
for I to ever grow above the other.
Then I ‘ll make strong strings
out of my branches and I shall play
just for the joy that I exist;
and the forest will gather around me.


by the Romania poet Magda Isanos

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