Things Without Names
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James McLain
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In twilight's haze, ethereal and free,
Lie things unnamed, in mystic decree.
Whispers of secrets, lingering on,
Like shadows dancing at dawn's first light.
Silent dreams, woven with tender art,
Unveiled emotions, a map to the heart.
Mysteries unveiled, yet words they lack,
Their essence preserved, in shadows' track.
Unseen beauty, elusive and rare,
Paints the canvas of the world with care.
Within the unnamed, a universe hides,
Where imagination eternally abides.
For a member named Mary
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