A poem by Line Gauthier. Cover Art by Johannes-Plenio.
Be it evidence consequence or coincidence Every night as I succumb to somnolence Heavenly smoke rings of frankincense Rise upwards with sweet opulence Dulcet dreams inevitably commence Without fanfare hype or pretense While sweet loving arms of providence Wrap around me a shroud of benevolence Under a scented canopy of impermanence Ablaze with the aura of glowing confidence Revealing universal secrets of magnificence I humbly bow in unpretentious reverence Adrift in solitude so many nights hence I reminisce of nostalgia in the past tense
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