And in my dream I am sailing the vastness of earth's waters, I am flying the wind at my back, the azure sky and moon above. With the freedom of nature all around me, I seek my true north.
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And in my dream, I love the vastness of the ocean, the crisp wind, the azure sky above and the freedom of sailing true north.
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Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?
('Completing the Pattern' by Michael R. Burch)
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