Incandescent - Poem by Patti Masterman
Incandescent dreams will fly
Deathless, towards the edge of night,
If forgotten, who we were
In shallow graves, too soon immured.
Fragmented we, in hallowed ground,
Spirits gathering all around;
Take my hand, if you would see
Where the deathless ones go free.
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