Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Seta. She returned to me after so long. I was dreaming, but there she was in a corner of a room. White walls; a friend-woman standing next to her. I softly approached and we exchanged gazes. I gently touched her cheek with mine. It had been so long since I had longed to see her. I was at last fulfilled with her presence. Then, the dream shifted; she and I were transporting pigeons, Passing them gently into coops to live and propagate. As soon as it came to view, the dream beautifully ended. Her softness lingers with a fragrant mindful perfume. I am fulfilled and might now pass on, (to meet her?), complete. Frank Maurer 25 November 2025 1840 Hours.