Saturday, April 18, 2009

Work In Progress

Fantasy and reality are not quite what they seem.
Unbound, unchained through the dreamers domain.
Where you walk,
I will follow.
Where I wander,
you will never know.

Sunrise and sunset both beautiful to behold.
Your laugh, your smile haunt every marked mile.
When I remember
I will forget.
When I am over
that cannot be it.

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