Within the dark corridors of the mind
where thoughts and memories reside
in a tempremental sea of fantasy and reality
mistral winds turn the pages
of our life and history.
Treasured memories
we keep in our hearts
and make it glow warmly
with happiness
from time to time
cherished smouldering embers
sublime.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
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For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness