A Poem By Raen // 1/16/2006

Dreamers dream
A blank canvas
And paint it with words.
A picture created
With the tools of the mind -
Images drawn in faulty lines.
A small creation,
Only part of A Mind
Whom none fully comprehend.
Yet the dreamer
Dreams all barriers away,
And mortal man dances with the divine.

Well the title is what you might call "cliché" but it can't be helped at the moment. My brain doesn't get that creative when I have strep throat.


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