Incandescent
P Patti Masterman
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Incandescent dreams will fly
Deathless, towards the edge of night,
If forgotten, who we were
In shallow graves, too soon immured.
Fragmented we, in hallowed ground,
Spirits gathering all around;
Take my hand, if you would see
Where the deathless ones go free.
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