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Monday, June 20, 2011

Black Ice

If I could touch the sky
Just reach out and run my fingers through the misty intensity of it
Would the world make more sense?
Would my eyes clearly see all the hidden secrets
underneath the surface that covers the universe?
I think of tomorrow
A tomorrow I do not own
but still hope for
And wonderment fills me up inside
If there was no division in the world
Would we be one?
and would things such as race and language be universal?
I'm a broken dreamer
And this sky I gaze upon tonight
Is a canvas full of dreams waiting to come true
Dreams painted and breathed to life by shinning stars
Each time I dream
A new star is born
Each time I hope
A new dream is born

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