Lying here, feeling so high
As the clouds go drifting by
I dream my dreams and let them fly
Sending my prayers in flight like the dove
Where the clouds race so high above
Far from me and the strife below
Where we struggle as friend and foe
Far from this journey, where I fear to go
They say,
“Alone we are born, and alone we die”
And from this journey we cannot flee or hide
But we are not alone it seems
So this is why I dream my dreams
Sending prayers both night and day
I pray for wisdom to show me the way
And now with new dreams to soar and fly
I find myself here again, watching the sky
As the clouds go racing by
poetry leaves much to design
for movement bewteen coarse and fine.
such edge in perspective is incony`s choice
till the sun goes down and reflects his voice
http://www.incony.org/360Panorama/Holmesunsetpanob/New%20Panorama1.html
i make panoramas when i cannot write but see,
in the begining there is no end but me.
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