https://soundcloud.com/yousefhbk/interstellar-do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night-dylan-thomas-1914-1953
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I smile at you From deep within the folds of consciousness Where, they say, no recognition does exist I feel your hands and hear your voice And smile at you I see you While drip drips to moist my burning eyes There is no vision, nothing to recognize they say I see your face, observe the glance of sadness And see you I hear you From deep within whirling clouds of mist Where no sound penetrates they say I feel your familiar voice resonate in me And hear you I am here Whatever they say is not true, I am here Do not give up on me and watch me wake For one day I will look at you and hold your hand And be here *** Edited and reposted poem (c) Copyright Darren White December 12, 2017
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