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Free

real true soul fire

Could this all be a dream?
Life isn't always what it seems.
Have I ever been awake?
Everything I knew was fake. 
Now my eyes are open,
And my heart has spoken.
My soul is ready to be free
Are you ready to meet me?

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I believe we have natural eyes and spiritual eyes and love this with both! and hope you meet the one! nice write!..............Jim

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Tony Taylor

Sounds like you've been through some kind of Epiphany!!......Spiritual or a Relationship?.....Regardless, with such powerfully compelling phrases strung together here...my guess is ~ whomever you meet next will be a lucky person!!.....ALL STARS!!....always a pleasure to read such positive poetic  verse......Well done dear poet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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Marion

Lovely write Shelly

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The fish of the sea

When I get distressed, I do also feel this way... perhaps these feelings are not from the source that we don't believe the world is real, but that we believe we can not make a viable impact on in any which way. That's my thoughts anyway lol. Love the overall strength of this poem and how you managed to contrast your opening opinion into something construsitve. Kudos, peace and smiles. TFOTS

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