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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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I build
the dreams that are
whispering softly and letting
My hopes rejuvenate.

I build upon the dreams
during the day.
Unconsciously I softly touch
The unseen pain.

Swimming in the water,
I float through my mind.
Starring slowly at the ice blue eyes,
That I try to protect.

The dying winds fade,
as the dreams that are dear,
with muted sounds
shatter away from me.

I again build
with hopes that are
softly stirring and helping,
To move me to action.

I build upon these papers
during the day,
by night I reach out,
To my unseen muse.

Swimming in thought,
my mind seeks her yet again.
Starring slowly at her blinding looks,
I seek to protect her.

The winds of change fade,
as the dreams that are dear to this heart,
come to life with clarity
as they speak to me.

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