dream
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a night without noisebut the song of dancing flames from the fireplacea cold room fills with warm airas someone sits on the empty couchwatching the stars from the windowas the night slips awayand the embers turn to ash
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the sky is full of starsyet the spectacular coloursof the northern lightsare still to come—like the unfinished poemwritten in the notebookas the poet has left the room
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Evolving like a flowerdeeply insideI see my reflectionThe one who carries dream within her—Untouchable, yet she still wants to claim itBlinding sun Perfect timingDoes not existIt is who we areTime keeps turningWe’re standing still Can’t we just stop it? —-JR & AD Dear J, This is the very first poem we wrote together. I still…
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crimson skiesthe dusk of summer lightdrifts into beautyof the coldness in whiteas the scent of smokefrom the fireplacereplaces the warmth of naturebetween the midnight sunthat never sleepsand the midday moonbeamthat seeks the lightthere’s stillnessthat holds the old tunewhere we embracethe laughter from afarof those whose seatshave been left behindquietnessthe eyes look for a familiar facethrough…
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Cheers! to a love that never sleeps— shining like the midnight sun in summer skies.