Dreams Poems and Stories

Where Time Closes its Window

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What is it I see from a distance,
A rush of light,
Far from across the valley,
Somewhere high up on the mountainsides,
Where time sleeps again,
With the dawn dews of the rain,
Holding no one yet everyone,
Like a pull strong,
In the blank spaces of my lips,
Is it an angel above or a devil below,
Is it my dream or something surreal,
Is it life or is it death?

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