Crystalline dreams
Infiltrate my being
Colours transient
Opalescent hues
Freefalling
Upon my landscape
The night walkers come
With structure and form
Moving with purpose
Echoes of the past
Trespass mysteriously
With strange lucidity
They speak
familiar tones
Time irrelevant
Ephemeral encounters
Forever linger on...
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