Dreamer

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 And the night

Don’t just ask the dreams

To depart in haste,

For the quickest of its voyage

Starts in a spurt of blurry thought.

As the gates of my eyes

Open up wide to

Suspend the dreams

Until the next nocturnal hours,

And to embrace the dawn

In reluctance though.

Don’t just ask the dream

To depart in hast,

I sighed in grief.

And the day.

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