Posts: 392
From: Paraguay
Registered: Sep 2014

posted February 11, 2017 12:37 PM            

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In the summer I escape
To the realm of Neverland
Where the horror and desperation
Are like dust in the wind
I forget the reality of man
I create a parallel history
I let my words flow like the ocean
In my tales of fantasy

Here the wild and restless
They roam with liberty
They make the race of freedom
Until they reach the mighty sea
I sit on the golden chair
I paint the world around me
I dream of the perfect future
In my tales of fantasy

How frail is the world now
And bended by the sorrow
Tell me soon, oh lord
If hope will come tomorrow
Peace here is a martial law
Love reigns with sovereignty
I make the earth breathe again
In my tales of fantasy

And I dream of the ballerina;
The lady of the crimson mare
We dance on top of a waterfall
On the theater of the shooting stars
Our love reaps flowers of joy
The world is in harmony
Yes the dream is certainly real
In my tales of fantasy

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From: Ohio
Registered: Jan 2012

posted February 12, 2017 02:03 PM            

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"And I dream of the ballerina;
The lady of the crimson mare
We dance on top of a waterfall
On the theater of the shooting stars
Our love reaps flowers of joy
The world is in harmony
Yes the dream is certainly real
In my tales of fantasy"

She sounds beautiful! Love the entire rhythmical output of your poem/lyrics..

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Registered: Sep 2010

posted February 13, 2017 04:42 PM            

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It seems that in this poem you're some kind of creator who paints the world with the touch of imagination. Colourful.

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From: From a galaxy, far, far away...
Registered: Apr 2009

posted February 17, 2017 02:10 PM            

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posted February 18, 2017 09:56 AM            

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Loves it!

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