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Speak friend, do your dreams reign supreme?, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Withered grass, rusted, rustling with every step.
Crickets chirping, grasshoppers jumping.
Warm thick air, sounds traveling slowly.
A breeze laden with aromas of heath, cypress and spices,
Carrying bird songs forth from the brush, flutters in the shrubs.
Azure blue sky like an ocean above
Filled with wings and feathers and white cotton bolts.
A crude abode, sun bleached wood, cracking panels.
A paupers den or a king's castle in disguise?
A cold breeze, a chill, a sound.
A horn's call echoing, shadows flying,
Dragon wings passing over, swords clanking in the distance.
Enter if you dare or let the mirage pass by.
Speak friend, do your dreams reign supreme?

© Thorsten Becker

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