It seems like I'm stuck in a world of wonder. I don't know what is dream or what is reality. If I'm sleeping,it feels like copious amount of time with no limit. If I'm awake,I must be awake in a dreamland. Is it indeed possible For someone to never stop yearning? Yearning is in my breath. I close my eyes...open my eyes... The thought of you is still there.
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In others'realities, Where is their yearning? Perhaps it is in their digestion, Or financial affair,Or under the pillow before sleeping.
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And what about their dream worlds? Where is their yearning? Perhaps it's a footpath that is easy to overlook. It won't hold us down to one place any longer.
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But you can't step over a yearning for someone. Its traces remain everywhere. If this is reality, It must be a reality iin dreamland. And if this is dreamland, I must be sleeping in a dream Where I never awake from missing you.
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Favorite Quote
Sometimes you gotta runaway
...so you can see who will run after you..
Sometimes you gotta talk quieter
...just to see who's listening..
Sometimes you gotta step up in a fight
...just to see who's by your side..
Sometimes you gotta make a wrong decision
...to see who's there to fix it..
Sometimes you gotta let go of the one you love
...just to see if they love you enough to come back..
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When the Orange Blossoms cease to bloom,
And the sun no longer peaks down on you from above,
When the rain is but a memory of long ago,
Or the notes of a song fall silent on your ears;
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A blade of grass is something you see in a picture,
Or the laughter of a loved one is a distant thought;
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The hush of the wind no longer touches your face,
And the cool waters run only in your mind;
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The smell of sweetness that catches your nose briefly
becomes only a dream of things that once were;
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Time with no meaning drags slowly by as you try to
fill your moments with purpose,
Joy becomes a chore as you try to hold onto the memories,
And the one that slipped through your life,
Like droplets of sand through a sieve, fades like the setting sun,
When all things that matter most to you have vanished,
Know that I will be there...
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by: Sharon L OBerry
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English
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