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A moment more real, than real life

“And let the cloak of life cling to your bones Cling to your bones Wake up, wake up”

Murray Gold ( in Dr Who)


when the sun

brushes

the sombre slumbering

of the mountain

with a blushing pink -

it ripples and rumples

an ancient silence -

a flowing futuristic salience -

a sigh

of wonder


and we can only

yearn, yearn, long

to merge

with the

long song -

the lullaby without an end

of receding

blues -

impregnated

with possibility




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