As I was cleaning up my PC last night..
I found something quite interesting..
a poet I, dream catcher, started to write a while ago..
but never get around to finish it, so it ended up in my to be finished folder..
dunno what the idea was or whats with the title, but as the date suggests..I wrote it in not-so-pleasant-times
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..I don't write but I do read lot...
so this is my first time, its kinda short because it was supposed to be "FINISHED"..anyway, read it and start sh00ting!!
Beneath the window
On a small bed
In a darkened room
Laid a kid
Staring at the glowing moon
Thinking
Of what might he be
In a future
He can not now see
With a smile
He rolled in his bed and faced the wall
Dreaming
Though he might be so young and small
Of better days
In a better place
Full of hopes
Full of dreams
He closed his eyes
And he slept in peace
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Start shooting.