<span style='font-size:12pt;line-height:100%'>I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
sunny liquid dreams....are you a dream?
Is this now which is present,
When wind passes me I'm reminded of whispers,
Yet each breeze has it's own tale..
Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
A thousand thoughts yet one voice creates it's own droubt(Misspelling when there is a serious lack of water),
My very mouth is dry from my retorts at society...
I find my oasis in a group ofundergrads,
I find my winter when surrounded by posers,
I wonder into my spring when I'm with Erica.</span>
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Please view this thread to understand the minds of the older members of this forum much more clearly....
Only in poetry & art can I truly express myself...=/
Edited By SBYRD5 on May 06 2004 at 16:32
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