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Post by OnlyMe on Oct 5, 2002 10:51:45 GMT -5
IT'S YOUR PATH, MAKE IT LEAD TO YOUR DREAMS
Imagine you could float up high, Soaring through the distant sky. You gaze beneath the clouds to see, A long, winding path labelled "Me".
Closer and closer. Nearer and nearer. Soaring untill you see it clearer.
It's made of bright colour's, not one does it lack, But part of the path is also pitch black. No street lamp to guide you. No torch at hand. The hard, sturdy ground turns to soft melting sand.
The rain's pouring down, but the sun's shining through, Producing a rainbow for you to view.
Another dark patch ahead, but this time you're ready, Pulling out your torch, holding it steady. Your light fills the dark, like water to a glass, Any fears or anxieties you had, soon pass.
You come to a roadwork sign, saying "under construction", The path is being moulded like an artistic production. You realise you could mould it to whatever you desire, So you aim your dreams and expectations higher and higher.
It's held together by your light in beams.
It's your path, make it lead to your dreams!
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Post by PurplySparkleyJoey on Oct 6, 2002 8:08:39 GMT -5
Im going to bore you to death if i keep telling you how talented you are!! lol but you are!! Poems like that should be recognised by some one and printed!!
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Post by OnlyMe on Oct 6, 2002 10:36:55 GMT -5
ah thanx babes!
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