Posted by Shea in
What Tidings on June 26, 2006 |
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In the confusion of whatbinds dreams with lifeI make wishes withoutadmitting or sometimes knowing.
I have given you so muchof my time but togetherwe spend so little.
I am the question youshould ask in my mindin dreamsyou are answered andin lifethere is much waiting.
I am free to travel only wherethe...