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I dedicated the following pages to my Teacher,
For He has shared His NIGHTS with me and
Without Him…. These pages would never be.
The End of the Journey
At the end of a long, dreamless sleep,
an image formed slowly fading out of black;
my hands quiet, deep in their dreams of creation
Your hand glides out of the darkness,
then folds over and into mine.
The warmth was enough to startle me awake
~*What He likes and just for Him*~
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