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Whispers of the Endless Ache
The sky, that cries all night, without a break
The pain in fields turns into sorrow’s song
Ah! Who am I, lost, walking through the ache?
Is it just a dream, or agony so long?
The sea, the waves break strong upon the shore
And I, in vain, seek out a resting place
But winds that drag me leave me evermore
And carry me beyond, with endless pace
Thursday 9th January 2025 5:02 am
Halo
Halo
Sweaty in the night she gasps for an open breath, another bad dream, another stream gone awry. How can this be she thought as the leaves slowly turn gold. The branch softly scratches at the window. Below unseen unheard in the land of colors and mist, a one-eyed pikeman delivers the news to his liege. She awakens sir, do we stop the transmission? Nay, he cried, let’s take her for another ri...
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