Here at the peripheries, the boarders between light and shade.
where night touches day blending into hazy twilight
A place where dreams await the coming dark or flee the flaming morning.
do our sleeping ears hear the echo of the big bang,
will we dreamers all awake wondering at the Gods face?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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interesting line-do our sleeping ears hear the echo of the big bang