Tim Riene Poems

When tonight comes
I'll leave my house.
I'm becoming free
And I'm going to the tree.
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I'm thief of dream
And I'll steal your sleeps.
I'm thief of dream
There're words on my lips.
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I wanna get the place where grass so odorous
'n' on the broad fields wind wisperin' words for mind
And where two little birs is singing song for us
And where our brains are not so occupied.
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People! Become thoughtful!
You must be deep in thoughts.
This world? This world without truth,
People look but dont't look through.
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