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Pray

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Pipedream

The calling of forests is signing my cupOf longing and dreaming; my pipedreaming tea.I pause for a moment and load yearning upOn this lovely morning of midwinter’s quay. The glimpses of wonder are penning a draft:Come on, pack your feelings and catch up the blissAway on the green lands where grace meets the skiesAnd winds…
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The field of illusions

It was evening again,And I floated alone over the world of thoughts.One petal… two petals… three petals…And crazy screwed-up mathAmong the tears of helplessness and longingLocked between imaginary castles. It was snowing constantly outside, And the moonlight had taken over the skies,Reflecting glimmers of magicIn the snow-covered sins of the world.And I, beyond the curtain,Feverishly studying…