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sliding my feather into the ink..
a lot to write.. a lot to say
a lot to have to share the way
the way i think
the way i'm
perhaps i'm crazy
maybe i'm..
as my pen dances a long the lines
of the page of paper where all is mine
my space
my thoughts
no matter what others say
i will never their satisfaction anyway..
i'm different this i know
sometimes i feel its a one man show
life is perhaps a battlefield
in one's mind
for what he believes
and what resides inside
the fight of what's right
and what's wrong
although many people never go along
with what i say or believe or want to do
people are like colors
this i believe is true
the colors that make us who we are
so special
so real
that's what we are
each and every one of us
its just the thought..
my pen stops and my eyes shut..
i can see the colors flying in rays
mingling and combining into
colorful mixtures...
creating scenery and vivid imagery
they all come to create a masterpiece
the deepest love i truly need
i can see her there with goldlocks in her hair..
i can feel her breath in the air..
in her white dress sitting in the garden..
scenting a daisy...
as i just silently..
watch.. observe..
i don't really have the nerve
to disturb this thought..
she represents so much i want
so much i need
the tenderness
the love
the care
the need..
am i human
yes i'm
am i crazy
maybe i'm
i open my eyes..
she fades away
the wind blows through my hair..
its just another day..
i'll get back to what i do most..
hold the pen and let it dance..
on the pieces of paper
which talk to me..
reflect me..
and will be what is left after me..
i end those lines..
with the stroke of my pen..
the letter T is where it all ends..
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Tarek R.
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A Moment Of Spare with A Dream To Share
