The Windswept Pasture

In the embrace of the windswept pasture, darkness unveils a radiant glow. One finds solace in the gentle call of the unseen. It is a voice that resonates deeply with the fibers of being. It is a harmonious melody aligning with the soul’s own rhythm. The trees have leaves dancing fervently. They stand as testament […]

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Softly Coming

I hear it softly coming my way. Calling my name and beckoning me to take my place in the grave. Night and day the call of endless night whispers into my ears. With a humming in my head and a beating in my ears that will not disappear. So many that I knew have faded

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