It's the dream that sounds
from deep within
flowing up
when eveningskies
are long gone by
soft blowing winds
in a starlit desert
dancing and singing
and soft sweet smiles
at a glowing fire
no past
no future
life being seen
in just one blink
the strength of ancient
humanity
streaming through the veins
bare feet
no thoughts
to dream
just to be
whispering encounters
waving through the days
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