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another poem in my collection of poems on dreams that I've had.
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another poem in the collection I'm working on where each piece is about a different dream I've had
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Even in the
Darkest hour
I’ll never
Lose sight
Of love.
Because
Love’s dusk
Shines brighter
Then the
S..
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This is part of a new collection of poems I'm working on that are about dreams I've had.
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If you are not your heart
Then you are not you
And everything you know
Will be lost.
Your thoughts will not ponder
The same, y..
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Midnight never comes soon enough,
You see, for me it’s a time of quiet,
A song of silence as the streets sleep.
Its only then can I..
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My heart does not love easily,
It is stubborn, but when it does I dance
In the desire with the passion
Of imprisoned limbs set free.
I..
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Our dreams are paint,
Their pursuit a canvas,
And we as artists
Must kiss the white with
The images, vivid hues,
Dancing figu..
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Your
heart is a light,
a
glistening sunrise.
You
can ignite it
in
any hour of
darkness,
no matter
how
deep the dusk,
b..
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I dreamt of moments of confession, the cleansing
of my soul
underneath a crimson sun; in a vacant work lit
by dusk.
I was woken by a shin..
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