It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire." -- Robert Louis Stevenson (Copyright of poetry on this site is retained by it's author.)
Posted by Shayla
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on 19/6/2006, 4:36 pm
65.31.34.161
On a whim and ever free
For a dream not meant to last
Hatch a scheme and run away
Pure and lost you dare to glance
Sun has set a shade of blue
A ghost you watch the world go by
Clip your wings or be doomed to fly
Days go by you meet the sky
Dream a dream and fall asleep
Fear not what you cannot see
Let it go, just let it be
World of wonder do what you please
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