Odilon Redon, Orpheus Déjà Rêvé I dream I dreamt these dreams before,of crows’ black tildes that punctuate a violet skyand break the silence as they crocitate— when time whispers always–and I almost see,almost knowwhat the moon sings, and I wonder if ghosts are the universe rememberinga laugh or a smilein starlight-dazzle carried on eternity’s breezes. […]
Déjà Rêvé: NaPoWriMo2022
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