Sleepless In September Comments

In the tiredless efforts of dusk and dawn, of the stars colliding to show beauty and grace and innocence, with mountains piercing the skies, to pour saphire blue into the oceans and lakes and streams, and clouds dancing through the air, I see the souls from life to death vanish into dormant sleep.

The crimson seperates of absolute - exposed nakedly to love and hate and judgmental eyes, from birth to life to death, overwhelming footprints of time, plucked from a tree in a garden too fictional.
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