Inthe twilight, my beloved maple trees
Are almost bare
While I sit in a darken room watching them
My eyes become heavy with strain and sleep
I drift into a world of peace and joy
As a tear cascade down my cheek
For I know it’s a dream
I grab a Kleenex and wipe my eyes
As I lay back on the couch
And I try to return to that world
I dreamt of
Finding the sun is no longer there
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Beautiful work!
a prismatic illumination into the realm of the mind causing emphatic rumination, the contents of your helm are much like mine.