And yet we hold so dear
To our heart
This Oasis
Sorrounded by a desert
Is surreal
And makes me wonder
If we are alive
Or are we dead..
With every day
That passes us by
With every step
That moves us forward
One must ask...
Is this the real world
Or is this in our mind?
Are we slaves of our
Own thoughts?
Prisoners of our souls?
Have we all gone mad?...
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The Butterfly and The Flower - Nature Romance
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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