Still in the night,
Greetings light;
From a distance,
Defying any existence;
Hushed whispers,
Ruffling their whiskers;
Floweth like a faucet,
We call it a secret.
A Space for Reflections and Musings
Still in the night,
Greetings light;
From a distance,
Defying any existence;
Hushed whispers,
Ruffling their whiskers;
Floweth like a faucet,
We call it a secret.
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