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when glowworms in the stygian night threw flickers of light like scattered gems, when little birdies cuddled under their mother’s warmth, while the long whistle of a train was dying in the distance, I sensed the indulgent grip of the hands of Sleep who hauled me to his gilded chamber of dreams!

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Date: 11/12/2021 8:38:00 AM
'stygian' - Wow. When was the last time I saw that word? -- Can't remember. Here's to your vocabulary, and to a 'gilded chamber of dreams.' Lovely penned, Valsa. Moonbeams and Stardust, Gershon
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Valsa George
Date: 11/12/2021 8:12:00 PM
Greshon, your comments always make me smile. Thanks for having given me a cheerful start to my day..... (Indian time)
Date: 11/12/2021 1:14:00 AM
And may you have pleasant dreams.
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Valsa George
Date: 11/12/2021 8:10:00 PM
Thanks a lot Victor
Date: 11/11/2021 8:39:00 PM
Color, flowing, metaphors, and melody are all combined in such a lovely way! This is fantastic writing! Thanks for your visit to my page.
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Valsa George
Date: 11/11/2021 9:52:00 PM
Thank You so much dear poet friend ! Glad my simple poem is warmly welcomed and appreciated.... !

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