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This pg. is has poems that are filled with Ecstasy.




























Under the tree

 

Under the tree is where the flowers grow

where the birds and butterflys show.

Where the sun glares on that book

where happiness is more then just a look.

A deep feeling of fulfillment of gladness and perfect solitud.

Theres nothing better then sitting under this tree

not even falling asleep.

You hear the ringing of somthing in your ears

screaming in fears.

You say to yourself ah nothing is wrong

and now your back confortly back right under the tree

where the butterflys and mose go to sleep.




































We Are...
 
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.




























When I say Ecstasy I mean Happiness (NOT THE DRUG).
 
Do not take drugs.