The day I cease to be
With tinged clouds and floating wings,
The gleaming flickering flame receding
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Fierce imagery, resonates - Sounds as though you have given up on life and are just awaiting death.
Beautiful words... but I am grappling with why you want to exchange " the joy of beautiful dreams and visions" with death. To live is at least better than never to have lived at all.
Wonderful imagery. Unique representation. Thanks. anjandev roy.