for life is not as it seems
slip through the door of reality
and now you're in my dreams
A silver thread of difference parts
the worlds of me and mine
your courage must be steadfast
as we travel on through time
Deep within there is a pond. On the calmest day the water ripples and the words rise. Catch those words at the waters edge and allow them the chance to touch your soul.
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