I often think
The eye within the eye
Of the soul is tranquil
But it can cause for all
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Ambition will be my small city...... I sleep for few dreams is fantastic poem shared. Beautiful imagery.
Many are the images reflected and your dreams move like a flock of swans. In this pilgrimage of amazing nothingness you have to keep vigil for for many a season as you have much more work to do. Yes a song will rise when it will rise and it will be as fresh as breeze.
Vivid imagery as we all struggle with our different names that at times we feel unable to live up to, as we struggle to find our own truth were everything falls into place with such ease! Superb write!