There is that space,
Between dream and reality,
Where you get to float.
Soar without ceasing,
Weight not in existence,
And timeless is the glow.
Free of mystery,
Unbound to burdens.
To shun,
The abyss of the night;
The labyrinth of the day…
Let not your,
Inner being thirst.
Seize your haven!
Your realm is real.
Yes…
Between the charcoal dusk,
And the ember dawn,
Embrace your moment.
However miniscule,
It is where,
Euphoria thrives.
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
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Lovely.
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Thank you for reading LaDonna.
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LOVE 🙏🏼
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Thank you kindly, Charlie.
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The wondrous twilight lives on and on ….
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IT SURELY DOES,
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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“Charcoal dusk and ember dawn”. Excellent imagery! Congratulations on you recent publication plans. Blessings.
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Thank you so much David.
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This is beautiful. It evokes that special hiding place near sleep. Thank you.
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Thank you so much for reading.
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Emotional one. X
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Thank you Michelle… It sure is…
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“Float in space between dream and reality”. A beautiful message.
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Thank you for reading
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