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walking the lonely path...watching the scenes of life pass by the pain some cause upon remembrance stabs at the heart the joy felt at the brighter moments bring a smile to the face those images viewed each night through our dreams through the slumber each night...we relive the moments of life some wished to be forgotten...somehow resurface through dreams others thought to be forgotten forever...reappear to bring us peace those images viewed each night through our dreams we never forget...even when we push them back into the abyss only to resurface as reminders of what has been done leaving us to ponder...was there some importance to them after all those images viewed each night through our dreams are these the steps we need to reach our laurels of life do we need to heed what our dreams are trying to say to us or are they just the nonsense of our mind slipping off into a dreamworld those images viewed each night through our dreams Vote for this poem
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