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Midnight’s Garden
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For Print 2 Many a dream are buried
in midnight’s garden
alas, they couldn’t see light of another day
hopes abandoned
hearts are hardened
and the smiles quietly tucked away
Dreams, akin to the morning flower
drunk on promise of eternal bloom
ever confident of their sun kissed power
yet as approaches the midnight hour
the dreams turn from sweet, to sour
and thoughts turn to bitter gloom
The possibilities of daylight golden
die a slow death through the night
currency of dreams is hope eternal
fueling our souls, our very kernel
yet, worthless against the great nocturnal
best buried, without a fight
With timeless polish and
With timeless polish and haunting beauty you achieved tranquil elegance and deep emotion. In these lines you wove despair into threads of an immaculate melody, and the result is magical:
"The possibilities of daylight golden
die a slow death through the night
currency of dreams is hope eternal
fueling our souls, our very kernel"
An angelic and enthralling heartsong. Enjoyed!
Thank you very much! :)
Thank you very much! :)