It’s both a beautiful blessing and a cruel curse
To be one of the dreamers that walk about the world
I know it’s been said before
It just haunts my mind how the sun always comes
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Self-absorption skillfully justified with an unpredictable flow of romantic reflections on the sun and moon. I am actually awed and more than like this. I LOVE it.
I was forty years working this out, about 350,000 hours of existence. Almost too late! But at least all who I'm with in the scratchy noise remaining know they are Lakshmi.
It was a grand pleasure to read this amazing write, your words embraced me and I do appreciate visiting the inner core...how absolutely lovely...Thank you.....
The moon does knows and the moon keep our secrets private. I enjoyed the tale. Always nice to dance with the moon above. Wonderful poetry. You make me want to write.