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[Poetry]

By the pool of dreams in the cool of the evening

where the dragon Flies go to die.

White birds rise like fleeing souls

and skim the boundary between life and death

calling as though for something lost.

Evening snapped on through a bloodless sunset.


Sparse and reluctant stars rim the periphery of the sky.


It is a cloudless night.


Blessings

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By the pool of dreams in the cool of the evening

where the dragon Flies go to die.

White birds rise like fleeing souls

and skim the boundary between life and death

calling as though for something lost.

Evening snapped on through a bloodless sunset.


Sparse and reluctant stars rim the periphery of the sky.


It is a cloudless night.

Dear Poetry,

There is such a tranquil breeze about this poem. So innocent and melancholy at the same time. The title is so profound, and the content absolutely beautiful. Going into my favorites. Twood make a great painting Poetry. The imagery beckons for the words to be painted. Loved this and thank you for scribing this!

Painted