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I slipped into a reverie of idle pleasant hours
Lost in my daydreaming
To stop and smell all the lovely flowers
Gently renew
My inner being

All those idle hours turned into days and years
Suddenly found myself on a course
Retreating from reality and everything, I fear
To escape from all pain
And remorse

My reverie was meant for only contemplation
Time for rest and pondering
Yet became an existence of a mind vacation
A simple way to escape
Life’s true reality

Although my world was full of lovely flowers
I no longer grew
I could breathe the scent for hours
Yet to myself
Was no longer true
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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I saw her standing there dressed to the teeth
Every shiny hair in place
Yet her eyes did not match the smile beneath
Pasted perfectly on her face

His shoes were worn and his cuffs were frayed
He could certainly use a haircut
However the smile he gave, my morning made
Changed my mind, so much

You know the Smith’s down the street from here
Their big home is so beautiful
A lovely place to live on the outside it appears
So why are their eyes so dull?

Ms. Jackson’s roof is leaking and falling in
I know you have seen her place
I wonder how she could be happy living within
Keep that glorious light on her face

Realization dawned on me, this I must confide
Outside appearances fooled me again
What is important is not what is on the outside
Only that which is carried within
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com

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