Numbers are cascading
Flowing in endless stream
Flooding the columns
Gushing in the rows of my dreams

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They whined and whined
But grabbed the dough then dined
More whines…more whines
Grab more dough for wine

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Be not like anybody
Be the best that you can be
Hold the reins of destiny
Create a niche fit for thee

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Poem’s a furnace
Where thoughts are forged
Verses are webs
Where dreams are caught

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Offer  not your dreams
To the beast called doubt
Fly high flap your wings
Soar high touch the clouds

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Grapes of triumph taste sweet
If through hard work were reaped
Victory earned by deceit
A bitter fruit of greed

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Hold your own barometer
When appraising your success
Set your own parameters
When defining happiness

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If heights of fears you have scaled
If against all odds you did prevail
If bout with doubts you have mastered
What else is there you won’t conquer

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In an ocean of white
We see black so tiny
Bad things we recognize
But the good we can’t see

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Like the leaves in autumn –
Some hope and dreams wither.
Soon they’ll hit the bottom,
Then blown hither… thither.
The wind decides their faith,
The wind assigns their grave.

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The SOUNDS are needles no more
They cease to pierce my soul
The SYMBOLS are no longer rocks falling
But flowers ready to bloom in my next spring

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Songs the wind breathes to my ears
Strum both anguish and cheers
The notes and rhyme I hear
Echo laughters and tears

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Surfed atop the waves of white
Far below are dots of light
From the roof hung a lamp so bright
Granted our bird a blissful flight