Poems from xila427@hotmail.com

Through the eyes of a dreamer Nothing can stand in my way Soaring high over mountains and oceans My own little airplane cradling me in the...
Dancing, swirling, threads and beads Reaching about the fragile frame. Entwined in the many strands Are my many horrible dreams. Many were...
Which road to take? They both lead in different directions Left? or Right? They twist and turn along the barren ground Which would be...
Storm clouds gather in the afternoon skies Like doubts and fears clouding my eyes They used to be hazel, now they're grey Once they shown...
Morning mist settles silently upon the pond. A chilling dampness curses this horrid ground. Nothing stirs or voices opinion. Once full of...

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