As night descends, I sit under the light of the moon.
A face circles inside twilight's greeting.
Words whisper as they are swept away into the silken waterfall of illusion.
A pause in the gap of time becomes nostalgic dust.
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Below, the dark night pond will immerse
every phrase drop by drop
They fall away into the unknown.
The wind is compassionate
I drift to the tip of the earth
I will observe its meaning.
It whispers of tomorrow's kiss..
Listen and you will hear
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Life is not a book, but a masked performance.
Dreams are glamorous realities
Filled with gossamer thoughts.
Wishes dance inside our minds...
Reality becomes a braided channel of life
It runs deep inside our veins.
Embrace each moment as you dare to dream.
It may be all that you'll ever have
