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There was a dream
Without colors Then there was a night Without sleep Sleepless and without dreams Without sighs Without whispers That night was all mine White sheets and soft pillows And a place for somebody I am lying down Reserving the space My body clean and washed My body smelling sweet My fingers securing The reserved place That night was all mine Candles burning Mixed with incense fragrance A window half opened A broken wind tied against my cot I was waiting for a dream- Like my love A book open, hardly read With red cover and gold letter title Pages turned without noticing That night was all mine Eyes heavy and my heart thudding Legs tired and my body tensed Ears sharp waiting for a knock Fingers shivering to touch My soul longing to love I keep waiting till morning But-that night was all mine...
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