Eternal Rest

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Returning back home at day's end,
Joined by the night,
Crystallized lights and darkness blend,
To make a grand sight.

Waning moon brings faint, peaceful threads,
That are cut by the leaves of trees,
Passing sleeping red poppy beds,
Bringing a peaceful sense of ease.

Wishful wisping, whispering wind,
Remembrance of time,
Cypress doors open: sleep in mind,
Hear the final chime.

Elevated ground of clouds; dreams,
Pulled within a fading trance,
Slipping into slow flowing streams,
Journey to the endless expanse.

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