| This poem is about a dream I had. In the dream, I was in the middle of a chaos of storm. Howling winds and everything. Only feet away was an old man who sat on a stone bench, hands on his knees against a stone wall. He was not afraid of the winds or the howling, nor did he move. I was reached desperately for him, trying to break free from someone who held me by the waist, preventing me to get to that old man. Eventually, I arrived in a good place, and that old man was there. He was overjoyed to see me and I was just as overjoyed to find him. I think maybe that man was God, and I am going to find him. That's what this poem says. |







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\"Love, that which gentle hearts all quickly know.\"
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We sleep between the storm that was and the storm which has to come. And the storm which fails to come...
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*We always lose our hearts in the strangest places.
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Beauty Is In The Eyes Of An Observer
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