LenLen is not my first name... <br />It's what my mom used to call me as my pet name... <br />when I was just a stubborn, reckless, curious little girl, <br />until I reached college and started to twirl... <br />My dream is to travel the world... <br />ride my buddy on highways and mountain sides and hurled... <br />feel the wind blows against my face... <br />savor the nature and taste that sweet, exciting place... <br />stop over the mountain cliffs... <br />over looking the blue clear salt water as the sea breeze whiffs... <br />watch the sun sets on it, <br />or stargazing at night, drink and eat... <br />Perhaps, read my book, <br />or just lie there on the white sand and brook... <br />But, I'd rather make love with my dream lover, <br />underneath the radiating moonlight amber... <br />than feeling sorry for myself and for the human race and mope <br />of the injustices and unfairness of this earthy grope... <br /> <br />@) }- <br />(07/30/11)<br /><br />LoveLifeLen Altamar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dreams-part-1/
