In starry night of twilight sleep,
I hear confessions of locked souls keep.
As if I could ease and cease their pain,
From troubled souls existing insane.
Knowing souls in trapped dementions,
I give them hope with the best intentions.
My aspirations seeming vain,
Daylight breaks conscious thought again.
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Locked souls, troubled souls, knowing souls, nice visuals and description. It's lovely!