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Post by WILLOW on Jul 5, 2003 0:55:03 GMT
The optimist in me wants to believe this is not so; the cynic in me knows it probably is.  |
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Post by Paulo on Jul 8, 2003 7:53:06 GMT
A Journey
Greetings
from an Angel above
I bring to you
tidings of love.
Take me up,
I wanted to say
Let me stand
in a brighter ray.
Let me journey to a place unknown
a city made of crystal stone,
And fill the gaps
I left behind
Add to my being
a brighter shine
Open up that last closed door
put my feet on the polished floor
To return before the break of day
and begin my life in a different way
Copyright by Sillin Sisu
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Post by Paulo on Jul 8, 2003 8:08:24 GMT
This poem is for my soulmate.
The Rainbow
I have been to a place
that exists somewhere beyond.
It is a world of peace and harmony
where all creatures are equal
and dreams are fulfilled.
No room for false pretenses
or deception
No place for prejudice
or hatred.
In this land of everlasting sunshine
and magnificent rainbows
The scent of flowers lingers,
their brilliant colours delight the eyes.
Birds create a symphony of merriment
as butterflies dance on the air.
A feeling of contentment and joy
like none experienced before.
Found only in this special place
and fills me with hope and renewal.
I can believe that anything is possible
in this land beyond.
Hold my hand.
Let me show you the way.
Share with me
this magical place
Somewhere beyond the rainbow.
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Post by Pina on Jul 9, 2003 3:15:42 GMT
Butterflies
by Karen C. Fahel
I crawl alone along the ground
I creep along my way
I look up and I see the sky
I wish so hard that I can fly
And soar above the day
I'm shadowed by the swaying grass
And leaves on plants and trees
Between them all I see the sun
I dream of all the wondrous fun
Of flying on the breeze
I'm thinking that I'm all alone
When I discover here
Some others who, all just like me
Just wishing that they too were free
To find compassion near
They notice me, I notice them
We soar up to the skies
We glide on love's uplifting air
Within the kindness that we all share
We've become butterflies
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Post by Paulo on Jul 10, 2003 23:37:41 GMT
The Garden of Love
(William Blake)
I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou Shalt Not", writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,
And I saw it filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
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Post by Paulo on Jul 11, 2003 8:27:21 GMT
As we grow older together,
As we continue to change with age,
There is one thing that will never change...
I will always keep falling in love with you.
By Karen Clodfelder
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