Atmospheric reclusion
Subversive dawn.Forbidden night.Mistiness.
I´m on the way,but the path is behind me.I must re-enter.
The inclusion is nearly there.How can I stop me?
I´m on the opposite side of dissidence.
The soul is the master.The body leads.
Darkness guides.
Misled.Proud to be.
Atmospheric reclusion.
Aren´t you aware like I am of the oblivion?
Between the shades and the silences that bring us peace lives the love that makes us noteless.
It rises from the back of our heart and flows from above our chest and reposes in our eyes.
It goes as a nuance and heedlessly blows our senses.
It consumes the pain and frees the will.
Ghostliness.
The closest me is you.
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a soft whisper to remember...
Gosh.. this is deep stuff!
Came to say hi... We'll be able to meet more often around here than lately for the next weeks.. :) I'll drop by to leave a comment to your posts.. Thanks for your visits! :)**
Thanks dear ones...I wrote it I was feeling deeply distant on a long sad dawn,it result on that... I´m happy I´ll have you here more often,m.p..Your presence is always enriching.*
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