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::: Fantasy Ride :::

Like the souls of the dead
My mind wonders
In such forms that is not understood
Mesmerized by your touch
Hypnotized by you smile

Like the heart of an unborn child
You keep me alive during times of thunders
you give me hope in my livelihood
You don't provide much
But the little that you give is what makes me shine

Sunflowers grow with the comfort
You provide, the love you give
But your non existing
Your an image of the imagination

Your time will reign when rivers stop
Flowing and lives no longer live
You'll be mine when men see the ocean's ending
But I’ll be here, waiting for the physical confrontation

Written by: ~ Merttchyne Fenelon