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Aurora RW Jan 2020
I feel the spirit of another, often with a different face.

I feel the joys of being, feeling fully and completely alive.

Something that I seem to lose in reality outside of my dreams.

The most vivid dreams are of me breathing underwater.

I feel as though I am being called back to a world unlike my own, the feeling of being alive, of being complete.

In a way I cannot express in the waking day.

Every night I seem to gain a part of myself, that I always lose when I wake.

I feel as though somehow, something calls out to me, that I cannot reach, that I cannot find.

As I wake, I am haunted by the spirit until I sleep again.

Destined to repeat the cycle until my waking life brings me the joy my dreams can no longer fulfill.

—AuroraRW
Aurora RW Jan 2020
The fog, she listens, she waits.
A spotlight glistens a spot on the pavement
She dances, alone, gracefully
As the rain claps around her
Brava, Brava
She twirls and spins
The moon peeks from behind tempered clouds
Catching a glimpse, of a girl among the fog
She is alive, this tiny dancer,
Not stopping, not even for a breath
The hope, joy, love
All around, beating like millions of drums
The heart of the dancer in the rain
—AuroraRW

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