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| "It's time to watch flowers growing." |
Night lures downward. Minds swim as much as hearts, and despondency is found for things that never were. Feelings form from a musing drowned, left grasping for what can not be perceived. Light follows a seraphic journey to bathe in Stygian sleep. Movements echoing life are but silhouettes of lasciviousness. Shadows flit and quiver with emotions in the dwindling luminescence of comprehension. Alone, swathed in a mantle of pitch; a fleeting blink of light and then a steady shimmer of assurance emerge. It's time to watch flowers growing.
Hello, Lamp Post.
- Dennis Birtch
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