Pedram's stream of consciousness

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

A poem

Whisper to me and tell me your dreams
Your visions this night are not as them seem

Visions of sadness, anger, and pain
Feeling your chest as your heart starts to strain

Distant shadows and gloom disappear
As I hold your hand and banish your fear

Gentle yet steady I'll show you the way
Open your eyes for the bright sunny day

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