Nebula
Magnify the night with a myriad of dreams
and thoughts that flee
as an unseen scattered promiscuous mist
where there's nothing
except the light of morning exiting the sky.
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POETRY
Bored to Death
Reclusive hermits escape from life why or where? but not from infirmities and old age where or why? that turn a rich man's wealth to ash. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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