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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Laying on this angled hill watching the sun set, It's rays of light reaching out to grasp the earth as it fades, Each beam of it hits one star at a time brightening it till the sun is gone for the night has come, As I look up each stalk of grass beneath me dampens with dew soaking my clothes, A soft breeze blows cool air around me chilling my skin an raising the hairs on my neck and arms, The stars above me sparkle with radiance each of its own size and color, My eyes weigh heavy tonight closing slowly in time with whispers from the wind and a blanket of stars on me I rest, Darkness folds me in its arms squeezing me into dreamland, Blurry visions of him dance around fading in and out to and fro I reach for him..then he's gone, White static around me in the distance it appears..this dark hole lay before me I render stoned and still, No way to run, It comes closer to me bigger and bigger each distance it breaks, I'm sucked in and thrown out, I sit on a swing barely dangling from a tree..looking around there's no one but me and this deviant deer, Playing in a meadow it prances about..stopping in its tracks its frozen in fear something linger very near, As I look to see its terror a wolf-ling and its mother trade glances of hunger, The little deer runs away..yet toward me it runs with mother and wolf-ling at its rear all but splatters of blood on me disappear, Waking from a dream so weird a bit of innocence creeps away on the wind as a small flower pedal softly lands on my hand, Each dream of its own every person unique may my life be plentiful, bountiful, and serene.
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