Each reality of today
Was someone’s dream of
yesterday.
Perhaps unknown,
Unfelt,
Unseen,
A feathered angel lost in
sleep.
Stealth shadows from
another world
That slowly seep into the
mind
And brighten with the
daylight’s touch
Until tomorrow is today
And we can see her rosy
cheeks,
Feel her warming gentle
touch,
Hold the hope that she
inspires
And taste the nectar
In her kiss.
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