Hooded with an inside of black, lack of light, remiss of enlightenment
Shadows unrevealed by candlelight, waring to remain free from discovery
Concealing whatever can remain in the envelope of secrecy
Sleep becomes the archetypal blueprint of the void of sight
Dreams filling the emptiness, the quiet that has married the night
Dreams can only rise from the depths of the void that is not as empty as it seems
The Night becomes comfort, becomes free in it's dance with reality
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2024 20:53
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Comments1
ethereal
Thank you for reading. I was shooting for something ethereal.
you did a great job at that for sure
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