Even my nights grew old, lost.
I can't find any more in my memory
The little sorcerer, the dream eater
That bewitched my 'where' and my 'why'.
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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Raquel... Cheers and Merry Christmas! I spent a few moments scrolling through your posts and found this beauty... she is fine... and right up my alley... and I second your assumption, that the where' and why' are causing all of US to grow old and become lost... Whatever happened to the good old 'fems' in time? Tiamat? Hel? Ixchel? Gaea? Perhaps you could tutor me? All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two