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On a cold night

Maybe when the ways fade hopelessly on a cold night, I chase the north breeze peeking in my window It has the gelid of morn dew in Autumn and the tales of voyages, whispering to me, Relishing in the chirp Of a nightingale and cicadas -I gaze up at the night sky, near to the shivering moon, I chase the Saptarishi, seeking to the Pole star- I lead to the melodic shore, far away from the wailing cities the ocean recited me a poem, the boulders croon along with her

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Date: 3/10/2022 9:35:00 AM
Beautiful imagery! I think we are all soul wanderers, seeking a lost paradise.... Blessings my friend. "I chase the Saptarishi, seeking to the Pole star-" Superb writing!
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