Thursday, June 29, 2006
DREAM REALITY
Where is the answer to the calling of the day? How does it wake the sleeper, so calm, so peaceful? Time is but an illusion, wasted on the waking. But inside slumber, the years pass by, Time being limitless, endless in length. Then we rise to the day, that is finite, And holds less wonder than the...
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