Sonne Hagal - Morpheus

[zweiundachtzig]

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Are you sure
That we are awake?
It seems to Me
That yet we sleep.
It seems to Me
That yet we dream.

It happens in Silence
And in disguise.
I breathe in darkness
And helpful pain.

Like smoke ascends
Or stairs descend
I came, I saw,
And took away
The cleansed past.
Morpheus comes