I love this hour, so mystical, so magical so full of power this time of night, clear, calm, serene time to let inspiration flourish, let it grow like a beautiful flower as the world sleeps through, dreaming in wide screen
Music playing to set the pace, as my mind flies a wash of guitars, drums and sounds spellbinding i dive into their deep tones, their soulful lows and glorious highs as they drift into my soul, touching every nerve, tingles the skin, unwinding
A voice, a teller of tales, stories with heart and emotion opens the mind, sets it free to explore deep within, to search its feelings its depths hidden like the deepest ocean all whilst the world gently turns over, dreaming of their dealings
This the witching hour, bewitches, a time to savour leaves me entranced, thoughts fully enhanced the surreal feel of the night with the sounds turned high, pure clean, crystal like, as the distractions pass and I can advance
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