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Ashlen

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2012
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My Island

November 16, 2012
I dream of an island where my worries are held at bay I am alone on this island I just lounge all day I watch the water lap at my feet I smile toward the sky Can’t tell where earth and sky meet I watch the dandelions dancing In the wind, they are tossed Its white fluff blows away each a dream lost I am alone on this island, but I don’t mind The real world is corrupt So very unkind I could spend my whole life here wild and free, but like all children, I must wake This is only a dream I wish I could stay, but that wouldn’t be right Dreams are dreams pictures in the night They say there is a place for dreamers like me But for now I watch the sun set on the sea
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