Write this. We have burned all their villages
Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them
Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress
Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X
In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes,
secrets beyond the boundaries of speech
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
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LARA.
CANTO THE FIRST.
I.
The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
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You are but one of many, who seek to see the dream,
Chasing the unknown, pressured by your own self esteem,
You are bound by nature, the rules wider than the seas,
An un-caged bird wanting to be set free,
Those stars that you can't count, and those you wish to be,
Those years that you look back, wondering "Oh, what might've been"
I saw a dream
Standing with you,
Near the rivers and streams
Having an ice-cream
Kissing you without any a'we
Looking at thee
Just you and me.
I saw you in a sunflower patch, light dancing off of your face. your smile and the sunshine were almost more than my eyes could take.
I saw you in a garden, birds sang above your head, and you laughed, as a butterfly landed on your outstretched hand-two creatures of beauty together for a moment in time.
I saw you in an open field, underneath the stars. time stood still, and we danced, as the moon illuminated us for all to see. you looked at me and I looked at you, two souls melted together and the world meant nothing.
I saw you by the ocean,waves crashed over your bare feet. I was in love with the world through your eyes, and you ran, as sand splashed up onto your legs. I saw you running straight to me.
He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.
He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!
Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.
Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,
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I dream to fly high,
Within and far away in the sky ;
Far away from the web of lies,
In the beautiful land where one never cries ;
My imagination soars so mighty,
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I don't know why ?
These feelings lingers,
Oblivious to these intrusion !
He marked a deep impression.
I accepted his flaws,
Stealing glances at those pink scars,
Such a beautiful mess he was.
With that long lasting smile,
Those lovely deep dimples.
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Why should I worry, it was just a Dream
It is not real, no need to scream
A Dream is an Illusion, though vivid it may seem
But Life is different; Life is real
Don’t we all suffer, don’t we all swirl?
Very few go deep to discover the treasure, the pearl
What is this Journey of Life on earth?
What is the Purpose of our human birth?
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