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By Ali Date: 2001 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.05.16.20.19310]] |
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The morning smells like lilac rain Even though, there isn't a cloud in sight The wind whispers prayers, that send shivers down my spine And I see things a little differently Then I did before For nothing is the same as in the days gone by I laugh with warm ease, using a new voice One of sunshine and smiles And I walk with dreams, dreams once only mere possibility Now the dream has become reality... All the world fades away, a distant background noise As we sit and talk, at the picnic table, in my backyard There is nothing that I want, for I have everything The dark has been made light, by a candle flame That turned into a roaring blaze, crackling in a fire place A place I know very well The place where our hearts meet We finally reached our destination, only to find That we'd been there, all along |