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It’s the rays of the moon that gently caressyour sleeping form with insights’ breaths,so in your dreams you’ll find the fear,stare it down with your strength 'til it loses its sneer,and though the thought of your death is still there,you've conquered the demon, escaped from its snare.
Beautiful! One for the book?!
ReplyDeleteWonderful....it's a Freedom that a lot of us don't see often...or ever. Your words really paint a picture in our minds today.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of fear sneering--suspect it's true, in fact. Great work. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteConquering the demon of fear is a freedom for sure. Hope you have a great weekend Shadow. :-)
ReplyDeleteInsites breath...good one there like the turn o phrase
ReplyDeleteWow. Amazingly said.
ReplyDeletehey you new poem just disappeared...ok, so i missed this one...i will be back in a minute with thoughts...smiles.
ReplyDeletethat can be a pretty powerful demon...we wont escape death in the long run...but we can escape its snare in the short term...and despair...
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