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Thoughts turn to dreamsdreams to reality
reality is just fantasy
wrapped in a bow.
The bow is set to unravel
the moment a dreams deferred
it turns
Back to a thought
thought to a synapse
and gone in a flash
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Thoughts turn to dreamsMrGee commented on Blank Page
09-26-2009
09/26/2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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