In shadows deep, a faceless man does roam,
A figure lost, in dreams he calls his own.
No eyes to see, no lips to speak a word,
Yet in his silence, mysteries are stirred.
Through realms of sleep, he wanders far and wide,
A specter in the night, no face to hide.
What thoughts reside within his formless mind?
In dreamscape's dance, what truths does he unwind?
Does he seek solace in the starry skies,
Or chase elusive memories that fly?
A phantom in the realm of dreams he dwells,
An enigma woven in the sleep-filled spells.
Perhaps he yearns for touch he cannot feel,
Or craves a face to make his dreams more real.
Yet in his facelessness, a story lies,
A tale untold beneath the darkened skies.
So let him wander through the dreamscape vast,
A faceless man whose presence will outlast.
For in our dreams, he finds his fleeting place,
A mystery embraced, in timeless grace.
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Amaya Constance poem
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