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Dreams

By RoxiRulz

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Dreams Dreams figments of our imaginations Lurking deep inside our souls A thought once cast aside Now surfaces Is it a dream or a reality Forced back to the surface From unconscious thoughts to conscious memories Forced into reality Thoughts occupy our minds Is it a dream? No it's a memory Sometimes we try So hard to forget. Forget the thought Forget the pain. Forget the reason For the shame. But then...... There are the Dreams Always the DREAMS © RoxiRulz 1997 Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 05:47 PM PST   0 • 8

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"Dreams Dreams figments of our imaginations Lurking deep inside our souls A thought once cast aside Now surfaces Is it a dream or a reality Forced back to the surface From unconscious thoughts to conscious memories Forced into reality Thoughts occupy our minds Is it a dream? No it's a memory Sometimes we try So hard to forget. Forget the thought Forget the pain. Forget the reason For the shame. But then...... There are the Dreams Always the DREAMS © RoxiRulz 1997..."

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