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I Believe
I believe that everyone sees everything differently.
I am a tree with leaves of green but dead branches rarely fall to the ground.
I see the light in a night of darkness.
I am the cherry blossom in a grove of evergreens.
I am the black swan flying over a painted white world.
I dream of the warm winds pushing me ahead.
I land in a lake with water like a rainbow of emotion.
I am the only person who can enter this forbidden land.
I believe life is an illusion.
Sometimes I dream of reality.
I am autumn and you are winter.
I am alone in a world of nothing.
Sometimes humanity is a vampire, feeding on all creativity.
I am the sun to every other boring cloud.
I am the lost pin and you a child.
Sometimes blood flows like a river of joy.
I love it while you cry, Tears, Tears.
I run from giant rain of guilt, giggling along the way.
Sometimes I find a boat.
Sometimes I drown in sorrows of another.
My wings take me to heaven, and I alone am allowed to go.
I see skies of white and fields of flowers.
I don’t control my wings, they control me.
I drop a flood on the earth and all people, buildings and pain float away.
Red, white and blue. No, Green blue and white.
I don’t believe a blood red sunset means a good day.
I believe in rain from heaven washing sorrows away.
I believe a rainbow is the sigh of sorrow gone.
I believe if we all wish hard the world will be gone.
I believe in believing.
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