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Dark, dense night, distant stars, crescent moon, quietude.
Somnolent, soft dreams; a velvety voice evocative:
Embalms with tenderness; caresses with fancy affection:
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You have glorified the dreams. We are incomplete without them. Dreams distorted by fulfilment, giving birth to new dreams: A perpetual desperation for living—the agony of survival; ......So true.5********
There's enough good poetry here, to keep us quiet for a while Away from the turbulent waters, that in life cover so many of our traveled, miles. Thank you...
A very good philosophical write on an awakening soul,5+++ on my fav