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The Call of the Void

The Call of the Void

The dark side is constantly calling,
even if all things thrive in the light,
darkness comes as anguished echoes
in a traceless, faceless night.
It is chained to dreams that truly frighten,
shows itself in a bout of misfortune,
or by nature’s unforgiven strike.
If no one stares into the abyss
nor answer to the call of the void,
the waves will take us to the shore,
as we know
there is light above the blue.

--Bernadete vdw, ā€˜25

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

I guess surfing beneath the waves, is a no can do ?
wonderful insight,
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Bernadete van d...

Pretty good question, 2 Much 2 Love! And I thank you for your insight. BĀ 

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The Small Time

'Not knowing when the dawn will come. I open every door.' Emily Dickinson. 🩵

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Bernadete van d...

Wondetful quote, thank you for sharing, Jac. I very much appreciate your response.Ā 
BernadeteĀ 

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Bernadete van d...

Hi Ian, I am so happy you’ve been here.Ā Warm wishes from Bernadete.Ā 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Greg, most kind!Ā 
Life may keep you in light.
BernadeteĀ 

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Marion

Always a beautiful write from you B. I have missed you too my friend ... wonderfully written x

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Lorris, for reading and for the thumbs up. Always
appreciated.Ā 
BernadeteĀ 

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