Awakening from slumber
my eyes behold that morning mist
which softens the edges
blurs the lines
and masks those distant worldly shapes
and invites you to imagine
a kinder world
without judgment, without fear
just life and pure tranquility.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2026 07:08
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Comments1
A beautiful transition from sleep to waking state where the blur softens all. Nicely done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
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