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Dreamtime

I slept early and deep, 

my dream filled with faces, 

and places.  

Ancestors from the past.  

Messages given I do not understand.  

My cards tell me, 

Take heed, 

for all is not as it seems, 

the divine masculine is rising, 

he is angry and confused, 

I pray that someone, 

brings me some news soon.  

Keepers of the light.  

Show me signs. 

Guides and angels.  

Claw me back.  

But I shall not return to that world, 

Not tonight.  

I need your warm embrace, 

To remind me of the living. 

◄ Under the Forest

Stardust ►

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