What is life but dreams returning,
Turning ever round again.
Spinning, spinning,
Whirling, twirling,
Crying from the outside in.
What are dreams but lives reviving,
Living in our minds again.
Living, living,
Breathing, thriving,
Searching out their next of kin.
What is death but all unending,
All for one and such again.
All and ever,
None and never,
Once upon a time again.
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Stress Poems
PoetrySometimes when I'm really stressed I write poetry. These are those poems.
