a poets' dreams can't be seen,thru cold unfeeling eyes
to read a verse and give it gerth.
the heart must fill the skies
the body stuck to cold brown earth,
but the mind explores the stars.
in my dreams i'm often seen walking the streets of mars
when i die mourn me not
for my spirit is set free
i walk the streets of heaven
just trying to be me............
Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)
read more blogs!