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| New year begins with hopes. I wish to write at least a Blog post per day. |
A Fantasy Dream Bodhisattwa Parekh Wings of spun moonlight lifted me high. Below, a silent city of glass and shadow. A silver river sang secrets. To a sleeping stone. I touched a star. It dissolved like mist. You appear there. Then, again, disappeared. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |