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Far Away. . Where Flowers Never
Wither. . Where Fragrance Never
Vanishes. . .
Where Affections Never Change
Into Indifference. . .
Where. . . Where Love Needs No Justification. .

Sometimes Dreams Acquire A
Reality Of Their Own. . Far Away. .
Into The Horizon Where Things
Are More Beautiful. . .
But Out Of Reach. .

But The Lonely Man's Soul Never
Rests There. . For It Has No
Destiny. .
It Seeks Nothing. .
It Just Wants To Know Why The
Deserts Never Change Into Blossoming Lands...

Never For Deserted Lands Are
Those Where Life Speaks To
Itself. . A Mystical Paradise Of Self
Emancipation.

Poetry credits to me abovethestars@abovethestars
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