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It is safe to be here
In your heart
which adores all my images
And all those images
Sometimes merge into one.
Like a collage untitled.
A witch, an angel
A tree in the autumn,
blissfully shedding its leaves.
Lake and mountain perfectly
woven together
Pristine and blue.
Warm, soft light
flowing in through the
bow window.
I am that thin line,
Blurred almost invisible
Dividing the sane and insane worlds.
I am also that story,
Slowly unfolding
Mysteriously captivating.
I take many forms
and shrink into nothingness
I like this, being, not being
I like this existence in illusion.
I like this lovely little
Cradle in your heart
Called Life.
Where your crystal clear,
Ocean deep dreams
Sing lullabies to me.
And I fall into exhausted slumber.
I know I am falling apart,
and beautifully you are holding me.
Together we wait for the next dawn
With Unbridled flow of love.