In the quiet of the night, When silence sets in slowly, And the soul cushions in delight, Of all the possibilities, if only. The other worlds visited, With stories unheard, Tales to tell from the box gifted, When the magic unfolds like a flowering bud. Why didn’t you see or hear it? In the waking […]
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