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Poetry is a fantasy and a way of powerful overflow of feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquility gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind. Here the fantasy turn to a
daydream....

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Submitted:Jul 26, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Twlight

Visions of enthralling moments in the light of dawn
Bringing me compassion when I am feeling down

To be in ecstasy with you eternally close at my side
Frolicking in warmth of blue deep-sea evening tide

Dew drops of good thoughts carry my breath away
entangled under moonlight as tenderly as we sway

Come join me with your feelings if you urge to play
In my heart there is a place forever you to stay

Twilight is glorious, celestial, so is my dream
captivating me on your wings to the extreme

By Williamsji

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