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dayle-ann 12m
Whistler
Being cradled in the valley of the mountains
so omniscient and yet so protective and soothing
A surge of strength is reflected back upon our souls
so vulnerable and naive
Celestial feeling are born time and time again
as we ponder over fate
Destinies denied by occurrences that will not
(because they can not) ever be explained
Come to me in my sleep
Where tears are dry as we weep
Talk is silent in the night
Whispered thoughts form twilight
I’m longing for you
Please come to me
With or without the sun
We will have synergy

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