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Tuesday, November 2, 2010


A window into rapture
A limited place in time
With prisms of living color
a dream of the sublime
A glimpse of the forbidden
A taste of the divine
A wish for the unthinkable
In a different point and tide
Held for just a fragment
Cherished not a few
Adored beyond measure
The mourning of something new
The window closes gently
The  spell once cast subsides
Return again the common
Regrets not mine to hide
The morning brings reality
No passion in the soul
Routine shall be the passage
Till  another dream unfolds

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