Author: Rick Ryckman
Wrapped in the calm of my night.
I remember you well from long forgotten dreams.
A winged chariot came rolling ---- from the magic dancing in the candle flame.
Drifting from the empires of my domain.
Her songs are singing low.
My willing soul transpires.
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