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Time In Heaven
A bouquet of fresh air never fades.
In an intimate setting.
The ocean is veiled in secrecy.
Murmuration's breathtaking patterns.
Starlings moving as one entity.
The ego is a third party.
Your secret admirer.
Harmony without effort in nature,
dreaming up a vast green pasture.
This is no ordinary slumber.
Sweet, rose-colored winds of change,
The ocean is an incompatible weather vane.
Dread and dream are but a consonant apart.
Into an intimate setting
A doe runs from perceived fears.
It makes a choice to stay.
Fantasy is freed into reality.
A lighthouse does not chase ships.
The ocean is deep, not shallow.
It is the birthplace of time in Heaven.
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Thresha Reese
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