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Published on 12th January 2018


B L O O M I N G       B R I G H T 

We waited for the fog to clear in the darkness of night, 

But it was through the soul’s imagination—a million little blooms shown bright

For the dreamer sees what the cynic cannot; beauty in humanity—even those we’ve fought

Only when the fog within us clears, will our imagination be free to see; a world united – not in dark – but in the freedom of light,

A world with millions of dreaming souls—


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