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neverland
I fall into my arms again
The only place where I can end
The only place were I've begun
In my dreams I live
I rock my self to sleep at night
Hoping someday I'll lose the fright
Of leaving my head in deed of spite
I shall never rest again.
Pick me up, please, old, kind sir.
And show me the way that that she refered
My dreams are weeping but nothing in return
She was lost and gone, today she burned.
I absolutely love the first 2 lines of this. Falling into ones own arms makes me feel the wild circular gig of the yin yang symbol. I love your poetry, thanx and please keep writing...