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Lightning

And then the nightmare awakened sweet slumber And cracked sacred dusk with spiraling thunder Who brought this on, who’s spell am I under? Pinch me and wonder how this has transpired From which wizard’s wand has this bolt been fired? Who snapped their fingers, who left skies divided? And origin’s wish has been granted, redeemed A stray beam of hope sleepwalking in dreams Fear demons disguised as white lights make us scream

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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