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Wide awake
In my fantasies
I see
The truth of you

Fallen hopes
Broken wings
Shattered dreams
While smiling for the world

But it’s undeniable
Betrayals have left their scars on you
Like season blues

Many ways, any way
Love shall insulate your heart
When endure the darkest day
With the stormiest weather

Reach deep within
For there is magic
Inside
Listen closely
To the music of your life
playing inside
Like an orchestra
Playing a symphony

Without words hanging on
For dear life
No doubt,
This journey deemed to lead you
Into the dark unknown
Like a vast empty desert

Hold on, keep pushing
I proposed the forward motion
Until your destination comes into view

Darling be brave in your solitude
And remain in tune
Until you arrive
where the Flowers
Are stunningly beautiful
Calm and liberated
      
Even you
Won't recognize
         Your beauty
     On the other side
              
   Fly
                Away
Your path is chosen, you just have to discover it within.  On the path, you have to travel by yourself but there will be guides along the way to help you arrive at every destination. But don’t focus so much on arrival...some of the most important lessons are in the journey, in the “getting there”. The most important reason for going from one place to another is to realize what's in between. And finally the reward awaits you!
error 500 has again*
reared its head
where all postings
were stopped dead

error 500 is the bane
of poets who want to write
flying its most annoying
notification kite

error 500 ain't
a fine anecdote
oft presenting
*the dreaded note
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Some of them were strangers


Some of them were without any rule


None of them would see another tomorrow


And if the innocent are guilty


Of the crimes they are harboring within


Then what are the chances in the hands of the convicted


There in the tiredness of what resignation brings

In the rejection of your everything

When the dawn draws close with no exceptions

Some of them were crying

Some of them stood brave

In the end it just didn't matter . . .


All of their dreams came tumbling down

All of their love would soon expire

And the void in the midst of the distance left not a sound

As the earth swallowed all that mattered

It covered all of their future faults

Leaving the fresh dirt of new direction


Some of them were young

Some of them were old

Some of them were men and the others were women

Some of them were just in the wrong location

Maybe they had the wrong face of denial

Just maybe in memory they will not be forgotten

For being guilty of being innocent
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