The concept of creativity is a rope,
guiding towards the unknown; adventure...
I travel this path,
Of yellow bricks and sand...
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Rhythms rhyming quickly...
Cold and White Like Christmas Morning Snow
Comes in many forms like whole, skim...
Water flows in the early morn
The sun peaks over the evening sky...
Processing imagery
is hard...
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Sickening at sight...
There are times I wonder
what it would be like...
Sun
r i s e s...
Inside the liar
Inside the liar...
Is a dream a lie if it doesn't come true?
Many times we have thought of this...
Susan Boyle this is my poem for you
You have dreamed a dream that came true...