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Content - Reading: Taltos - Anne Rice
I live through this alone,
The heart calls upon to the departing soul,
Tragedy, the symphony, of a dying soul.
pure as the glistening, sparkling waters of fountains and lakes of places unknown,
rivers, seas far away to the magical place.
where my dreams wont fade and decay,
here death wont be named, wont be known
dreaming of free dreams, of air with stardust,
here life knows know boundary
here the soul dances to tunes never heard before
here the nights are filled with solitude,
with blue,purple and reds
drifting in the skies above.
the winds blow in a rhythmic pattern singing as they flow
and the trees swing with such passion, the leaves adding to the glory, the beauty of this whole action
the beauty of this place is ever lasting
here death knows no hold,
life prevails with passion
souls are embedded with compassion
the nights are magical but the days are more of a celebration
with the sun sparkling, in full bloom, spreading warmth through this magical place not seen, not known
its rays soft so soft in their touch and pleasant as they fall,
happiness is an everyday routine
laughter can be heard from with in all corners of this beautiful dream...