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thoughts create and we are the creators.

Submitted:Apr 2, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Thoughts become the dreamers dream,
and what was thought is made to gleam.
of distant fears and life-times gone,
of familiar tunes to a different song.

life-times made up like science fiction,
with nightmares breath without the diction.
of beating drums to allure the tender,
of awakened souls that become the mender.
-Written By Robyn Brown


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