Sunday, April 10, 2005

Dreamers

Poem

Take the first steps after the rain
at the dawn when small drops tickle your toes
How to know is it real or is it magic?

If this clock keeps ticking away
will time be hesitated
of all the minutes that were taken away?

Come closer, let me whisper it in your ear:
shine for the sun, let the drops fall
Until its time for a wake up call

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