Sometimes life isn't just words. It's colour, texture, sounds, smells and sights. Living life means being open to each of these elements, and if you are, then the poetry is constantly in motion. Whenever I travel, or see something that motivates me...
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Dreams, like a hanging garden, Colourful and inspiring the hope of life, Let your mind be a garden of your dreams, One that you can stroll through everyday, For in the end that is what we are, Just dreams, swimming in stardust and water.
