of hearts and souls and fragility

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'tis a morning thing, this dreamland, this strange, wild consciousness. i spoke once of faery, but this is real. where back then young minds filled with awe at that bewitching midnight hour, this budding mind hovering at that sharp edge of irresponsible youth and craggy maturity finds a similarity in the transitory world just before the mellow fires of dawn glow in shy blushing beauty in friendly morning skies.

that today will be a better day...for as always, there is hope

as for why half my posts are gone...well i've gone through a couple hours of heavy depression (this is how i cope, i delete blog posts and/or shut down my blog) and i needed those poems down there for sustenance.