(A/n: Hi guys! I just wanted to share a short poem written by Santi10847, my dad. He got pretty famous in his department for writing this story. And for the photo I used, it don't own it, either. As you can see, I got it from shuttershock. I hope you enjoy reading this ^_^ )
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Forlorn admist the endless stream of people and automobiles -
indifferent faces, pitiless faces; neon lights;
the godly and the godless, and the gods;
empty stomachs; jingling coins;
tattered hopes; tomorrow,
uncertain.
One by one the pieces are stamped into the mosaic of a
never-world - a dream often dreamt.
Ti's a conspiracy of the body and the mind.
Beyond, far into the fringes of fantasy -
a realm of changing colors; chanting birds;
neither hunger nor pain; swaying pines and
hundred springs; fortune; feathered couch
and ambrosia in a silver cup; even
silence is a melody.
Time stands still as a soul numbed by life's uneding
struggles slowly slips into the soothing water of a
crystal pool ... slowly .
A pauper is once again a king.
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