Flow gently through my soul Oh waters of time Let me spend my hours in dream While you fill me with pictures Of what once was Let reality and illusion Mix together in my mind As stories come from pages Of a book of prose or rhyme Let me dream of frogs on liley pads Or ancient temples made of stone A twisted branch of a Juniper tree Standing alone on a sea of sand Bring me to the place of here and there Where the underscovered becomes the known Take me to the winding road Where truth and tales become but one And illusion and reality Are no longer soerate from my eyes
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I'm going through really hard times in my life. And I just want to escape it all. And the only way I can do that is to escape reality. So I wrote this poem explaining it all. I also wrote a short piano piece. these are my two windows to unreality . Send me an e-mail of what you think. I don't care if it'd good or bad. I just need outlines on how to improve on my poetry skills. thanks, Summer
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