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April 30, 2002
All Poetry


The day is grey

Rain is falling like tears rolling down my cheek


The loss of unfulfilled dreams and desires


Lying on the couch

No one to caress my hair

No one to help me bandage my wounds

No one's lips to touch my lips

No one to call, to play and create with


My soul aches to be inspired

My soul longs for companionship

Looking outside my window

Watching my dreams and desires falling from the sky

Cars pass by driving over them

People walk by stepping on them

Crying, alone in my room

Looking out the window

Hoping and dreaming

That somewhere in the earth

There are flowers that will GROW…..

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