Leaning back against the earth, I watch the sky populated by fabulous towers of ivory; Mythical cities with minarets wherein princesses in diaphonous gowns await The winged messengers of their gallant lovers; Mysterious castles where great kings vie for mystic prizes of gold and onyx, Pewter and sapphire; Vaulted cathedrals housing icons of occult and wondrous religions Old when mankind was young. I fill my eyes and soul with the magic of life, and quietly slip Into dream.
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