A dream was merely unconscious thoughts until I felt your love.
There was a time that I lived within myself, trapped in darkness with silence the lock. The words are the key that sets souls free. For I am the spirit in the wind, the warmth in the rays of the sun,the dance upon the clouds with you I am free.
He loves me, he loves me not, he .......
Monday, November 2, 2009
Update
I have to work on events and trade shows. Winter comes with its own difficulties and keeping busy helps it to go fast. Also is always so much fun to see so many of you return. Though their is lot of request for poetry, I have not officially sat down and worked on it. Sometimes I am a little bit spread thin, that I am either really busy or I feel like I have crashed.
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