Me I Myself Poems

watching the sand inside the glass......
it's getting smaller at the upper part....
can you believe how fast the time pass.....
how close the word 'end'... to the word 'start'....
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a dream i had the last night....
still, i can feel it in the air....
i can't remember what it was about.....
i can't remember when or where....
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a space... too big to fill
a place... too precious to lose
a pain... strong enough to kill
a poem.... with a dead pink rose
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I hope... for the way
the glory road of the free
but, I fear the coming day
when I get the fruits of my tree
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how are you?
how have you been?

it's ben a long time
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i speak a language.... known by a few
but, non of them is someone i knew
now the silence is the friend i hold to
may my dreams would someday be true
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I can fly....
touching all the clouds around me....
in my purple sky...
sleeping with the stars beside me....
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