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Candle burning, flame flickers
softly upon the heather-land,
where light shines dim across
paths unseen. Untouched,
enchantment rolls like misty
thoughts through fields of
dawns early light..
Silence drift, like the mighty
wind, across hearts fallen
cove, among deepened
dreams, promises fading
from fog of yesterdays
desires..
Now light seen before dawn,
hues, purple, hiding stars
brightly shining in heavens
glowing night, misty path
combines together, midnights
starry lights, early morning
realities..
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
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