I don't know if you ever will read this or not.... But, Long Live Reality, For the Poet has died, the Lover has died, the Friend has died, I have has died. Long live reality.... For as long as we have reality, we shall never have dreams. As the summer sun burns all before it, so it burns my mind. As the autumn leaves are trampled underfoot, so is my soul. As the winter snow covers all on the ground, so it also covers my heart. And with the coming of the spring, and new life is about to begin, My seeds of love lie dormant here. Deserted, stripped bare, Unloved, without a care. Long live reality.... Let the dreamers dream their dreams For they shall live forever, within the hearts of those who care to take the time to remember.... the Dream Weaver's dream, of love. An original poem by Sam Martin. May 6th,2001Birth sign: Capricorn
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