Warmed by poetic flames, in the house of sorrow:
A little light to quell the constant waves of darkness.
Although our dreams are now dying, we cling to faith.
Love's last fragments are scattered all over the floor.
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Powerful images interwoven with that sense of mortal helplessness that arrives like an unwanted black dog. Our visions may be dimmed from time to time but never damned. Things change. Change for the better.10++ and added to my favs. Thank you Dominic and I wish you well.
Thanks Shaun I agree with you. This was based on an experience I had with a group of friends during my days at university....possibly a bad trip...who knows? ! ! !