Open Poetry #37 |
Solacing Nigritude. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
The night was endless, like the many souls under it's cool cloak. Soothing pains of mortality with comforting, blanket like softness of the ethereal. Darkness descended down, dreamers drowning in the illusion of lucid reverie. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I love the night, the cover of darkness, when ambient light barely shapes what comes by daylight. Surviving the events of the day requires an ability to see in/through the dark. |
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