Like the smoke of a fire drifting off in the moon light.
It's like a memory from long,long ago leaving me thoughtless.
But a voice inside my head is saying that someday, my dreams will come true.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sparks Fly Away To Heaven (a poem
Sparks fly away to heaven like thousands of beams of like floating away.
Like the smoke of a fire drifting off in the moon light.
It's like a memory from long,long ago leaving me thoughtless.
But a voice inside my head is saying that someday, my dreams will come true.
Like the smoke of a fire drifting off in the moon light.
It's like a memory from long,long ago leaving me thoughtless.
But a voice inside my head is saying that someday, my dreams will come true.
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