She calls to me,
Her false light in the darkness,
Another offered vision,
A thought, a feeling,
My dreams have become lucid,
And this temptress teases me,
Betows upon me an illusion,
Of a beauty gazing across eternity,
Her mind full of hopes and dreams,
Yet searching and wondering,
I ponder what trickery she sees,
As her eyes too focus on the moon.
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Author Chris Brown 
Deep and melancholic. Your writing continues to amaze me with its hues and shades and moods. Remain your flow of words is easy, spontaneous and honest, straight from the heart.
Have a wonderful Sunday, Chris!
Here I am mourning the loss of my brother Jan. He passed yesterday morning in France.
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Anita, my thoughts and blessings are with you and your family at this sad time. The loss of a loved one is a terrible emotion to carry.
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Thank you Chris.
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Fabulous, I will now close my eyes for a moment and really feel this
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I hope when you look out, you see all that it is you wish to see.
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There is a small picture frame beside my bed with your words in the middle, something that I feel connects me to hope, when I see this I wish us all an amazing day
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I am touched beyond words. If you’d be willing to share a picture, I would be eternally grateful. Have a lovely day.
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On the way home from uni, but I def will 😊
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Thank you 😊
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Ta-Da 🌟
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