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Dunes of Sand
To this world I came, I came innocent, with nothing, absolutely nothing, in my hand Here I lay, here I crawled, searching for something, in these lonely dunes of sand Because deep in my heart, lay the dreams, the dreams of a distant dreamland Every inch and second I sweated and toiled for the desire to create Stopping at times to watch the dreams come true, Coz the energy for my dreams, from my dreams I drew And at times to rest, before starting again, needing to rejuvenate I walked in the day and I walked in the night, till I reached the gates The gates of my dreamland with a feeling that success creates The love, the life, the feeling and the ambition, mine Were all for me to have an experience so divine When to touch it, to feel it, all that I had to do was to stretch my hand It disappeared, faded away, leaving me in my dunes of sand Under the starlit sky, in the cool breeze, like a soldier slain I lay on my back and closed my eyes, to dream again As a beginning always follows an end I got up and with mud dirty hands Began to collect and clear the sand For a new dream, a new dreamland For surely yes, this is life, you lose and you get You break and you make You dream and you desire, you work and you sweat And what ever else that it may take To create in the dunes of sand, your own, very own, dreamland.
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A Little bit of Life
The surrounding sorrow is life, the spreading happiness is life falling tears is life, breaking laughter is life in this life there is only but a little life there is falling rain, there is a fierce storm there is scorching sun and there is a cool shadow the silence of the night, the fragrance of the day the sweet smell, the breeze wandering in its search in this life there is only but a little life there is hurting smoke, there are soothing clouds there is a waiting crane, there is a running deer dry, green, single, group of trees, moving and still leaves are there there is a piercing cold, there is a burning desire in this life there is only but a little life there are falling waves and there is rising tide falling, running, still and running water is there sometimes silent, at time the calling mountains the free laughter, the hidden sorrow in this life there is only but a little life
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