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The whispering of
unknown thoughts
as clouds of blue smoke
sometimes
mixed with blackness
force me to look in my heart
and write;
Each day of my life
as another page
unfolding a script
to read
Every second-
minute at night;
dreams face my soul
to breathe fresh air
between despair and
illuminative truth;
Wishes travel
on air streams
down to future's path
out of nights
that were before
never to return;
Through a sky filled
with candles
to mark the gate
my memories
will wander
eternal
to seek my spirit
there