An indrawn breath is what I hear
Flowering scents and sweet flavors
All the things my tongue savors
Reach out to me, pull me into the stream
With the magnetic touch of a dream
I give in and fly away
With no more thoughts of the day
My every thought and wish ‘comes real
At least right now, that’s how I feel
Tomorrow I will wake anew
With no memory of what my mind drew
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