◦Memoirs◦of◦Silent◦Reverie◦

76% hypothetical.

::
When the longing’s gone
The night is a hush, merry wind breathes on
And rain, pats gently on leaf lawn
When the longing’s gone.

In a cozy room
The soul is a smile, reasons to presume
And want, for someone yet to bloom
In a cozy room.
::

Your's really truly, & etc.

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conjectural