I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
Stories untold,
Dusty their ways;
When they unfold,
Into the days.
Everything is sure,
Born to grow old;
Giving for more,
That you can't hold.
Love is born free,
Like a drifting cloud;
What comes to be,
So fluffy about.
Nothing is real,
That we don't know;
And what we feel,
Surely will grow.
I have a dream,
Just like you all;
It's like the stream,
In a river's fall.
I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
Times maybe cold,
To touch the sun rays;
Or just too blindfold,
For the inner ablaze.
Everything is sure,
Born to grow old;
Giving for more,
That you can't hold.
What you may see,
Different in each crowd;
It all seems apparently,
Exiting and wowed.
Nothing is real,
That we don't know;
And what we feel,
Surely will grow.
Sun shining beam,
Golden and tall;
Every word seem,
Into autumn's call.
I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
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