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| Stars of Rime[1999-02-06]The lower part of my window is covered with rime, or hoar frost if you prefer. Like thousands and thousands of small glittering diamonds reflecting the light of my bedlamp, they fill my mind with dreams and thoughts. This is the what dreams are made of, this is fuel for my soul. Those rare nights when the northern lights wander across the sky or when the moon is full and the sky is so clear that it somehow seems like you're able to see millions and millions of stars up there with your bare eyes if you gaze hard enough, my dreams and my soul burns intense. And those mornings, when the sun breaks through the first morning mist and spreads its magenta haze over the hills, my heart donates one of its beats to my soul. Tonight, when I fall asleep watching the rime on my window, I am going to wish that my dreams will be as lovely as their inspiration, and that that my inner dreams and longings may come true some day. |
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