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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-1895111089909668578</id><published>2009-08-19T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:05:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>countless little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Countless little things&lt;br /&gt;like stars that fill the night's vast ceiling&lt;br /&gt;and change the parametres of feeling&lt;br /&gt;just countless little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but collected they are a constellation&lt;br /&gt;a symphony of heaven's invention&lt;br /&gt;and I treasure them in introspection&lt;br /&gt;these countless little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-1895111089909668578?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1895111089909668578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951181760563313861&amp;postID=1895111089909668578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/1895111089909668578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/1895111089909668578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/countless-little-things.html' title='countless little things'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-915711370504198012</id><published>2009-08-19T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:12:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny oceans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your eyes like tiny oceans keep&lt;br /&gt;your soul beneath pools of colour deep&lt;br /&gt;They gaze at me, my heart exposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and see the depth to which this love goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jewels of your smile&lt;br /&gt;are the stars of my night&lt;br /&gt;they gently hint at feelings hid&lt;br /&gt;that I desire to swim amid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm by fascination lured&lt;br /&gt;into a paradox observed&lt;br /&gt;that complex thoughts and fears are held&lt;br /&gt;where hope and wonder also dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For AC 19/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-915711370504198012?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/915711370504198012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will wrap around you&lt;br /&gt;as you face affliction from all sides&lt;br /&gt;as the storm surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;against the pervasive tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your strength&lt;br /&gt;when weakness is all you feel&lt;br /&gt;when all about you is superficial, fake and empty&lt;br /&gt;I'll be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are tossed by changing fortune&lt;br /&gt;I will be your sure foundation&lt;br /&gt;against the dumbing down and cynical&lt;br /&gt;I'll be revelation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will hold you&lt;br /&gt;through the enveloping night&lt;br /&gt;when you are choked and disillusioned&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give and give without ever asking&lt;br /&gt;except to ask that you receive&lt;br /&gt;just acknowledge me and I'll breathe through you&lt;br /&gt;Just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already won the battle&lt;br /&gt;that wars within your soul&lt;br /&gt;release to me your turmoil&lt;br /&gt;and I will make you whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-2561457580291213014?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2561457580291213014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951181760563313861&amp;postID=2561457580291213014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/2561457580291213014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/2561457580291213014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-3118531939629483555</id><published>2009-06-19T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:52:56.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bottom Of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here at the bottom of night -&lt;br /&gt;A light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawning of thought and morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my restlessness, my thoughts overflowing&lt;br /&gt;resisting arrest, my impatience growing&lt;br /&gt;Sleep taunts me, haunts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart weighs heavily upon by chest&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it beating, thumping, breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that's before me but just beyond reach&lt;br /&gt;and hidden in the conversations I'm faking&lt;br /&gt;is a fear of my own making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cosy blanket of inhibition&lt;br /&gt;bravery displayed in the safest of places&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I escape it after all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sometimes it surfaces like this -&lt;br /&gt;A momentary abyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the bottom of night, a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-3118531939629483555?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3118531939629483555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is life relentless&lt;br /&gt;confident as a whisper never forced&lt;br /&gt;hers is a smile like sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;in its warmth to linger&lt;br /&gt;as she burns within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is thoughtful and articulate&lt;br /&gt;and rarely wrong&lt;br /&gt;a whirlwind of possibility that I buy into&lt;br /&gt;she is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t need me&lt;br /&gt;yet she chooses to need me&lt;br /&gt;she is strong-willed but submissive,&lt;br /&gt;stubborn, resolved&lt;br /&gt;she believes in right and fair&lt;br /&gt;and I believe in her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful in words,&lt;br /&gt;she is expressive and kind&lt;br /&gt;the finest friend I’ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;the best friend I’ll ever want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is pure though she might doubt it&lt;br /&gt;gentle in demeanour&lt;br /&gt;honest and sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she reaches out to me I hold her&lt;br /&gt;like precious porcelain&lt;br /&gt;her body shapes to mine&lt;br /&gt;and steals my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is here&lt;br /&gt;and she is mine&lt;br /&gt;pictures clear in a memory blurred&lt;br /&gt;she is beautiful beyond these words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For AC May 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-1153759164826197732?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1153759164826197732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951181760563313861&amp;postID=1153759164826197732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/1153759164826197732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/1153759164826197732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-is-life-she-is-life-relentless.html' title='She Is Life'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-3687884834122127629</id><published>2009-02-02T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:48:55.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden The Knowledge Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is radiant in surrender&lt;br /&gt;her skin flushed with warm hues&lt;br /&gt;Her smile disarms me in a moment-&lt;br /&gt;eyes like oceans hide her thoughts through a thin veneer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I - I am tossed by a tide of emotion&lt;br /&gt;lost in that moment&lt;br /&gt;as words of expression tumble down&lt;br /&gt;an avalanche of feeling&lt;br /&gt;inadequate yet profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this connection?&lt;br /&gt;At last soul searching's end?&lt;br /&gt;The sweet taste of certainty&lt;br /&gt;an irresistible blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the warmth of morning?&lt;br /&gt;Of sunlight splashing through&lt;br /&gt;-at last the shadow fading&lt;br /&gt;the futility of loneliness and fear exposing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summed up in a still&lt;br /&gt;your hair spilled around your face&lt;br /&gt;framed in blushing beauty&lt;br /&gt;your eyes locked on mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden is the knowledge of love&lt;br /&gt;where all reason is folly&lt;br /&gt;awakened and untamed by time's dulling&lt;br /&gt;youthful and pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For AC Jan 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-3687884834122127629?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3687884834122127629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951181760563313861&amp;postID=3687884834122127629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/3687884834122127629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/3687884834122127629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/sudden-knowledge-of-love.html' title='Sudden The Knowledge Of Love'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-7748312391062974033</id><published>2008-10-05T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:27:39.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the early morning hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I lie a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wake in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you’re sleeping&lt;br /&gt;time is distance between us&lt;br /&gt;but you’re alive in the same moment as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could touch you&lt;br /&gt;or just feel you next to me&lt;br /&gt;your breathing body rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;see your eyes closed as you sleep&lt;br /&gt;your trusting shape&lt;br /&gt;your skin washed with night&lt;br /&gt;all fear drained away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your embrace a feeling floods through me&lt;br /&gt;that I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;Words overflow and consume me&lt;br /&gt;but they can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d need a lifetime to prove that I love you&lt;br /&gt;the way I say I do&lt;br /&gt;And as you cling to me its not long enough&lt;br /&gt;It’s not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I make my heart settle down?&lt;br /&gt;and reign in my fear?&lt;br /&gt;how do I miss you less or love you less;&lt;br /&gt;just enough to breathe without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in this moment I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;I feel love’s control&lt;br /&gt;and this simple beauty whose hope is in me&lt;br /&gt;is so complex and hard to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I protect you when I’m such a stranger to strength?&lt;br /&gt;let go when I want to hold on?&lt;br /&gt;How do I guard your love&lt;br /&gt;When I’m captive to my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only trust&lt;br /&gt;fragile, innocent trust&lt;br /&gt;faith in you, that you’ll be there;&lt;br /&gt;so I don’t have to do this alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-7748312391062974033?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/7748312391062974033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/7748312391062974033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-morning-hours.html' title='the early morning hours'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-3168428141672588621</id><published>2008-10-05T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:30:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;amid the lanterns of the night fishermen&lt;br /&gt;as the old pier adorns a thousand orange lights, my memory ignites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the seafront&lt;br /&gt;with the stars clear above me&lt;br /&gt;sucking in the warm air with the waves rolling gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last embers of the fire&lt;br /&gt;I felt a distant draw&lt;br /&gt;I was alone in a crowd with your ghost by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and it feels so hard&lt;br /&gt;but I know this is just a moment&lt;br /&gt;I press the peddle to the floor, disorientating distance pulled toward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll disappear to sleep&lt;br /&gt;disappear to night&lt;br /&gt;disappear to the forgiving of warm morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-3168428141672588621?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/3168428141672588621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/3168428141672588621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-light.html' title='Morning Light'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-7358916864271631231</id><published>2008-10-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:58:19.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of moonlight walking, fingers entwined&lt;br /&gt;Of bright morning light&lt;br /&gt;Of singing in the early hours&lt;br /&gt;Of a smile and eyes that light up the world like stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of sunrise and sunset&lt;br /&gt;Holding and holding on&lt;br /&gt;Of hope and stillness and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Of touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of laughter and curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Of spirit and freedom and feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;Of watching you watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of kisses and goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hugs that won't let go&lt;br /&gt;Of walking and talking and mysteries unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of looking forward&lt;br /&gt;Of letters and growing&lt;br /&gt;Of sharing and knowing&lt;br /&gt;Of sweetness and longing,&lt;br /&gt;passion and belonging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of gazing upward&lt;br /&gt;Of dancing&lt;br /&gt;Of driving and songs&lt;br /&gt;Of singing along&lt;br /&gt;Of the way your hair smells, your skin feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the way you see the world&lt;br /&gt;Of the way you love God&lt;br /&gt;Of getting closer, nearer&lt;br /&gt;Of seeing you relate&lt;br /&gt;Of the way others admire&lt;br /&gt;the way you communicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of light and shade, quietness and noise&lt;br /&gt;Of the way love returns to you&lt;br /&gt;Of movement and grace, elegance and poise&lt;br /&gt;Of manners and kindness,&lt;br /&gt;gentleness and refinedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of compassion and care&lt;br /&gt;Of selflessness&lt;br /&gt;Of simple things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of words that don't come&lt;br /&gt;that don't need to be said&lt;br /&gt;Of tears that I caused&lt;br /&gt;and those that I shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of everything we gave and then gave away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-7358916864271631231?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/7358916864271631231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/7358916864271631231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-stars.html' title='Of Stars'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951181760563313861.post-3307196778458136170</id><published>2008-10-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:02:06.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brilliant is the light you send&lt;br /&gt;and open the arms you extend&lt;br /&gt;stark are the choices you made&lt;br /&gt;brave beyond the bitter end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy the smile you wear&lt;br /&gt;after all that you've had to bear&lt;br /&gt;Fragile is the heart beneath&lt;br /&gt;Fragile it's every beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But precious the time we spend&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of the end&lt;br /&gt;little by little we steal&lt;br /&gt;our dreams back to dream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright is the distant sun&lt;br /&gt;that will soon cover everyone&lt;br /&gt;Fragile the voice that sings&lt;br /&gt;Fragile it's melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly I wait&lt;br /&gt;patience my impatience frustrates&lt;br /&gt;however long the journey takes&lt;br /&gt;its not a difficult decision to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951181760563313861-3307196778458136170?l=the-inside-and-other-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/3307196778458136170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951181760563313861/posts/default/3307196778458136170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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