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The colors of midnight, purple and blue
The crimson of roses, vibrant and true
Blackening skies against red petals, deep
Clouding my judgement, as I slip into sleep
Lost in a fantasy, dreams float away
In a fragrance that once held the meaning of day
Try as I might, I cannot awaken
Through blackness, in dreams, my soul is taken
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you so very much! 🙂
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You are welcome dorinda duclos
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Gorgeous, Dorinda. I love the darkness in this. 🙂
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Thank you so very much, Diana!! I am trying to keep with the Halloween theme for October 🙂
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Very well written 👌👌
I’ve nominated you for three days, 3 quote challenge… Would love to read your favourite quotes… 😊😊
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Thank you very much! Thanks for the nomination! I’ve done this challenge many times and I’m sure all my favorite quotes are already out there 🙂 Have a look in your spare time 🙂
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Sure dear… I’ll definitely check them out.. Have a good time! 😊😊
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A beautiful fantasy written.
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Thank you so very much!! 🙂
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