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- Neptune at allpoetry
Dream away Neptune
Dream another time - Train Tracks at allpoetry
There's just somethin about train tracks
their tracks they never end - Waitin' on Another Day at allpoetry
Todays a day I'll sing the blues
Waitin' on some better news - Him and Mary Jane at allpoetry
sweet is the winding smoke
colors changing with the wind - Blue Strings at allpoetry
September comes quietly
for those wishing on the moon - Broken Dreams at allpoetry
In the early morning hours, if I'm lucky enough to wake, I can still feel the cool air brush up against my skin, the dew lightly slapping my ankles with each step I take and the rising sun beaming down upon my unsuspecting ch - Glacial Caverns at allpoetry
Frequently I find myself gazing at the moon, my imagination full of many dreams and aspirations that lie deep within my soul, appearing only when the moon entices them out of their lost cave, deep inside the glaciers of my mi - Flirting with Hurricanes at allpoetry
White pained windows cloud my view as I look out into the darkened world ahead. Reverting back to my old self as I watch the darkness of the green contrasting with the grief stricken sky above. Pools of rain shatter against t - *restless* unfinished at allpoetry
Shooting stars
and passing cars - Drops of Color at allpoetry
Playin underneath the stars
I softly sing with my guitar - Man in the Moon at allpoetry
Stealin kisses down by the shore you held my hand in the bed of that ford - **Lyrics** at allpoetry
My toes in the sand my guitar in hand - **unfinished** at allpoetry
tangled up in tie-dye behind archaic walls - king at allpoetry
canyon waters echo across the barren foothills as mist rolls blindly across his face - As We Travel On Now at allpoetry
riding upon giant venus flytraps we sail across the world hiding somewhere above the earth, beneath the clouds - Dreams - Realities at allpoetry
It's true what they say, time plays tricks on you. But as I sit and and think about my past and all of the good and the bad things that have happened, I realize that memory is an unreliable narrator. Things that I remember pr - [ "Life itself is only a vision, a dream. Nothing exists, save empty space, and you; and you, are but a thought." ] at allpoetry
"Life itself is only a vision, a dream. Nothing exists, save empty space, and you; and you, are but a thought." - St. Johns County Line at allpoetry
My dark blonde hair flyin' in the wind Lookin' at you and smilin' - Cowgirl Beaches at allpoetry
A Cowgirl born far from home / wishin a life on an old country road / nesteld back in the hills / laden with fields of green / dreams like these aren't always as they seem / But a care free beach / turned slo - The Faery Enchantress (Chapter Two) at allpoetry
Arla woke to the sound of whisperings in her ear. A strange, but fasinating being, about the size of her hand, was flying about her head, w - Story of a Girl at allpoetry
Deep into the night
my dreams, they do soar - Just A Girl at allpoetry
Sometimes I look at this world
thinking I'm just some ordinary girl, - Always Believe at allpoetry
Each night my heart dreams for you
Each time helping me through
