Poetry

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Reality is always before the eyes
Imagination is but a fleeting thought
A temporary pleasing of the senses
A dream world in fancy style.

Reality is a true walk into the heart
A desired step into life’s Eden
A store house of love always saved
Kept within no matter what.

Reality is a way of life
Throbbing day in and day out
Heart living moments too good to cease
Defibrillated to restore the rhythmic beat.

Reality is what makes our day
It shapes the hours that click by
Happy living and happy loving
Both invariably go hand in hand.

The reality of life is incomplete
Until the Maestro graces our days
His presence within our breath
The key to our soul in His hands.

Maria Franco

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