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25 January, 2022, before nightfall
Dreams?
No metaphor,
No noun
Could ever describe
How profound
***
These dreams,
These hauntings,
Akin to a smooth song;
Yet hectic in my blood;
***
Fire of passion
Tides of hope!
All too majestic
All till they’re chained
***
And held down.
Till it consumes you.
And engulfs you.
***
Yet there lies a remedy;
The remedy of time.
***
A hard one to take,
Yet still the best fate.
~ End ~
Writer's note: Take *** as spacing.
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Cyrus
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