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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

you wished it was real

it's easy to look upon a painting,
in all its grandeur and splendour,
and its picture-perfectness;
and say you wished it was real

stop, deep breath,
feel the atmosphere so surreal.
the warm winds so embracing,
the stars stud your sky.

tiny drops of rain like shooting stars,
trickles down that face,
like rainfall down the soul.

and you say you wished it was real.