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The sun fades into the oceans depths
and you stand enchanted by the grace
Your hand moves slowly to your cheek
as warm tears flow down your soft skin

And like sparks of the evening fire
– as you look upon all that is a
resemblance of long forgotten
visions and dreams;
– You remember, that all you are
is the living sleep

© Sirenia 2012

Photo © Stelios