watching the sand inside the glass......
it's getting smaller at the upper part....
can you believe how fast the time pass.....
how close the word 'end'... to the word 'start'....
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a dream i had the last night....
still, i can feel it in the air....
i can't remember what it was about.....
i can't remember when or where....
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a space... too big to fill
a place... too precious to lose
a pain... strong enough to kill
a poem.... with a dead pink rose
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I hope... for the way
the glory road of the free
but, I fear the coming day
when I get the fruits of my tree
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how are you?
how have you been?
it's ben a long time
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i speak a language.... known by a few
but, non of them is someone i knew
now the silence is the friend i hold to
may my dreams would someday be true
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