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 *** In My Dreams ***

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Are my dreams a fantasy,
or are they a part of reality?
Will I awaken and smell the roses,
or allow myself to feel their thorns?

Shadowing a loved one of the past,
one that lingered, but did not last.
Rather have illusions of a guiding light,
where I flourish, filled with delight.

Envisioning ones who care to reach out,
is a step forward, without a doubt,
for by spreading our hands and grasping,
we can form a circle in endless bonding.

I know not what tomorrow will be,
yet must know I cannot flee,
for if not for my belief in faith,
I shall crumble and lose my strength.

Allowing myself to live in my dreams,
is like the flow of water in the streams.
Should they run dry, the soil will surely crack,
I will then nurture reality, and stay on the right track.

I choose to go on with my fantasies,
till I no longer can reach any ecstasies.
FLYING DOVE
Yana Petkov

12th June 2006



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