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Sleep Walking

From time to time She wandered in solace To a place only she could find It was her demesne  That only she had access A quintessential paradox it became Each moment she wished lasted a lifetime Never wanting to leave Awakening in her dreams was her favorite pastime It was where the impossible Was a part of her existence A striking rose blooming in the snow  Beauty almost blinding with brilliance Though she was so enraptured in this dreamland  She was sleepwalking through life  Forever cursed eternally damned

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/21/2017 1:24:00 PM
A sad and beautiful song plays in this piece. 7 I notice the the rose is woven into your work as birds are in my own. I must share, my adopted canine companion is named Rose, named by the rescue org. I love how richly steeped in imagery and history is the Rose. Take care! mo
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 3/21/2017 2:30:00 PM
Sweet! I'll be shopping second hand from now on. I have rescued doves too. :)
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Sofia Ra
Date: 3/21/2017 1:34:00 PM
Thank you, yes its true a rose symbolizes so much. how nice I have a couple rescues myself.

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