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I write to paint a picture
of my dream today
Just in case my dreams
Doesn’t exist tomorrow.
Every letter
Is a piece of my spirit.
Every word
Is a prayer to be
Without escaping
From myself
While escaping
Within myself
And
The road that follows,
Is bliss
Sometimes I wonder if we are living a dream. If the life we’re living is actually real or if we are asleep believing that the dream is life.
Perhaps that explains why some do not want to wake today
words like teeth without roots
hands emptied of dreams
oh, the hideous pride of a bit
to be all

I've decided
so limp and stuttering
as I am
to face despair as stones face
the wind's breath
my hands put new letters into words
in these words that are old barrels
in which they keep distilling
the pain of the world
Don't just get wet,
Let rain seep into your bones,
And every cell,
Let it swell your heart with joy,
Let your soul dance to its rhythm,
Drip drop, drip drop,
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Discard your raincoats,
Let go of your umbrellas,
Dance in the rain,
Feel the silver drops caress you,
Kiss you,
Feel them tap on your head,
Hear the rain sing you a love song.
As you dance hug every drop close to you.
10/12/2023
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