I am a music major.
I am the epitome of impracticality.
Is that okay?
It's been said that beauty is its own reward.
I believe it.
It's just hard sometimes.
People dream of ending hunger.
People dream of riches and fame.
People dream of finding the one.
I dream of a world where people have learned to feel again . . .
4 comments:
hope your dream come true , but you need a heart to feel , the thing that is replaced by ston
phillip! i can feel the excess poetic energy from here. create beauty, my friend, and never forget that beauty for its own sake is glorious enough.
...and you had to pick the same template as me... ;-D
Glad to see you blogging, Phil. I'll add you to my links. I'm www.forthesaintsofgodandforthelamb.blogspot.com. :-)
Thanks so much for your poem. I'm with you all the way.
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