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 (
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Comments2
A beautiful transition from sleep to waking state where the blur softens all. Nicely done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
Fränz, this has such a peaceful meditative quality to it. The mist becomes more than weather…it feels like a temporary veil over the harshness of the world, allowing imagination and tranquility room to breathe. Beautiful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much!
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