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Spirit Orbs Dream

Moonlight captured, 
through mist and gleam,
something bore light,
without wanting to be seen,

In silent exodus,
Spirit orbs dream,
in search of heavenly destiny,
not the void between,

Sinner or saint, 
Kind or mean, 
Lay down breath, 
Death will redeem, 

And if someone you know,
who once might have been,
whisper a parting prayer...

Spirit orbs dream…
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Freie Avatar
September 4, 2025 at 9:01 PM
As death dreams of your final breath, life reminds us, to fight furious the dying light.
Anto Avatar
September 6, 2025 at 9:51 AM
Very good
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