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STREAM OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS
- Blue
water glittering in the almost silent Stream
- Eyes rise, you are at the water’s edge,
- Radiantly like the Sunlit beam
- I cannot move, fastened like a wedge
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- Quarantined
by your beauty and radiance
- Eyes locked with mine,
- Am I in a trance?
- Like none before, I wonder! – Divine?
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- Golden
hair bouncing off your silk laced dress
- I am calling but you do not hear,
- Moving like a Kestrel, leaving its nest
- No longer can I see, you disappear
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- Only
trickling water in the Stream, you are gone
- Melancholy, tear drops down my cheek,
- I awake; it is a dream, feelings of forlorn
- Thanks for the taste of Heaven, at this little creek…
