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I sell dreams. — A J C	I sell dreams. You want beautiful woman, gold and silver, and a house that glitters. There are always white clouds that float by. Don't forget the...	432 views Rate it
The song you sing. — A J C	The song you sing. I can hear the song you sing, and I do understand. You hold the key to love and fear in the palm of your trembling hand. Just one...	426 views Rate it
The lonely seashore. — A J C	The lonely seashore. I love the lonely shore as my feet sink in the sand it feels grand. Where no one intrudes. I look out at the big blue sea, and I...	421 views Rate it
Memories. — Dianejean57	Memories I am lying by your side. I can see the sunshine in your eyes. It has to be a crime to look so divine. Just give me a sign. Then we can have a...	412 views Rate it
The words you speak. — A J C	The words you speak. You may shoot me with your hateful words and cut me with your eyes, but like the air, I still rise. Does my beauty offend or hurt...	411 views Rate it
A Castle in the sky. — A J C	Castles in the sky. Castles in the sky. You construct your fortresses in the sky, but you refuse to allow anyone to come by I don't want them to I...	408 views Rate it
The teardrop drop and a little girl — A J C	The teardrop and the little girl. A little girl runs by as she looks up at the sky. She runs up and down the stairs and wonders why she is here. Her...	404 views Rate it
The storm and the lighthouse. — A J C	The storm and the lighthouse. I sit by the lighthouse and look up at the sky. I can see the puffy clouds as they float by. Then I was amazed when the...	392 views Rate it
The candle glows and the bees hum. — A J C	The candles glow, and the bees hum. The clouds are strong, yet they float along in the breeze, holding a lot of rain, and the teardrops make a...	375 views Rate it
The Field of dreams. — A J C	The field of dreams. As I sit in a field of soft leaves, surrounded by trees. I looked and, there stood a young girl with stars in her eyes, the moon...	367 views Rate it
The leaves on the trees sings. — A J C	The leaves on the tree sing. In your hand, you hold my soul, and it sings a tune without words and never stops at all. But the sweetest thing is in...	361 views Rate it
My father lies down and sleeps. — A J C	As my father lies sleeping. He gave me life and kept me warm through all the storms. Now here he lies with his arms beneath his head, and as I look,...	359 views Rate it
The fields of green. — A J C	The fields of green. As I walk into a field of green, I can see you standing there. In your white lace gown, it's not a dream. The stream of glass is...	353 views Rate it
The candle glows. — A J C	The candle is lit. The light of a candle glows. The cool summer breeze blows. The stream down below flows. The world turns slow. Will our love still...	347 views Rate it
I Will never surrender. — A J C	I will never surrender. I will never surrender. I am in love and will always be. I love you even more, no matter what faith has in store for me. I...	344 views Rate it
The tropical island. — A J C	The tropical islands We live on an island where there are two volcanoes, and their hot, steamy lava flows down into one and hits the ground. Just like...	337 views Rate it
* THE ROOT OF A TREE * — BANGBULA BRAHMA UZIR	* THE ROOT OF A TREE * BY :- BANGBULA BRAHMA UZIR * From the moment of ancient time In a field without any edges In a full forested forest ...	335 views Rate it
The wet bed. — A J C	The wet bed. I made myself a snowball; it was as perfect as it could be. I was thinking of keeping it as a pet, and I would let it sleep with me. I put...	322 views Rate it
You place a rose upon my stone. — A J C	You put a rose on my stone. The soul of the dead slumbers. Life is real, and life is earnest. You want to go back to the dust and returnest. You have...	319 views Rate it
The stream down below. — A J C	Your Love flows. As I sit and look at the stream, it flows like a dream; that never stops and always grows. I smell a sweet scent that hangs in the...	317 views Rate it
The forest is a token. — A J C	The forest is a token. The forest is a token of trees. We live quietly and at ease. All the neighbors are by our side. Just like the cities are so...	312 views Rate it
The man with the golden eyes. — A J C	One moment in time. The clouds may turn a shade gray, but I'm here for you today. Sometimes your eyes of heaven shine. But they're his gold, and...	308 views Rate it
The end of the line. — A J C	The fine line. When you're in between life and death everything in this world, it doesn't mean a thing. It's all becomes vanity now that you can see....	307 views Rate it
The shady Lanes of May. — A J C	The shady lanes of May. I love a field of green and shaded lanes. And the scent of the garden's and woods running through your veins. I can see...	305 views Rate it
Just one more year. — A J C	Just one more year. The moon glows brightly as it lights up the night. The night turns into day, and the day turns into night. Tomorrow turns into...	303 views Rate it