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There is no barrier to be found
No world of truth no world of wrong
No crazy dreams and no false songs
No better story to be told
Our ideals and our hopes
Diamond stones of our future
No questions here of acute thoughts
Of fantasy, irrelevant talks
They are our goals, our ways, our life
The primary blood of our hearts
The first impulse, the truer start
Of our growing into the light.
French Tries
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Jonathan ROBIN (5/24/2008 4:30:00 AM)
No world of truth no world of wrong
where empathy invents 'belong',
no word misplaced, no word too strong,
no falsehood lies in sweetest song.
No better story to be told
than that which sketches hot and cold
together not as suffocation
but as the fount of inspiration,
when mutual is contemplation,
sponaneous reciprocation.
Shared goals in truer start unfold
as origami, light unrolled.
No chain short, long, no leathern thong,
no golden cage to string along,
no rage, new page, new age, among
two who refute fate's dark doom gong. |
Sadiqullah Khan (4/28/2008 12:39:00 PM)
such crytal optimism, , , , nice read |
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