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you can see me standing on the thin line
on the horizon
just between the sky and the sea
making it look as if they met
even they are so far apart
now think of that line as life
the sky as the fantasy
and the sea as reality
if i tumble down i will not drown
if i jump, either, i can't fly
maybe i will forever stay here
out of touch from truth and dreams
yet so close with one another
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
