Black as a raven…the night seemed to be it’s deepest dark…
She had to find her way out…
Every night she would visit her patrons….
Her existence had to be proved….
That was her job….
To summon the practicality in all arenas….
To induce motives which were in the realm…
To invoke insights of that which weren’t conceivable in sunshine….
To plant seeds of the potentials hidden….
To fill in anticipation of the times ahead….
To relax in with solace…..
To bless with a picturesque of an impulse….
To provide purpose to her patron…
Her job….. to unveil light when it was the darkest!
And they complain that dreams last only for a few seconds!
(because dreams keep us alive! Appreciate and seek!) cheers!
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