n《the dream》
last nighreamentyour house，
the jasmines were just bloomingthe porch.
i roamed around likeled guest，
through the sumptuously furnished parlor，
and into the ethereal diving room.
everythinemembered and leftoblivion were surely there.
only silence was present untilayed pathetiquethree pianos，
somethinhought could not have been done poorer than then.
“this one doesn’t work”， a girl talked through the room，
who wasstartledmethis unexpected guest，
but who deserved more than jusuest.
her almond shaped eyes were pretty yet not the ones i’ve beheld，
scarce tracesweary left her hair tousled.
her insouciant voice began answeringquestions，
though interesting，was another storisheever took part of.
i told herfirst impression broughtthe chaste and unsoiled shirt，
any other colors blurredmy memory.
got her laughinga girl this age，
depictingart that made heool.
amidst the echoing the garage opened，
she promiseda tale she would never tell，
and quicklid behinall.
your eyes met minesthe chirping birds nestingtrees，
and jeopardizeecret keptwellpushing the door.
“run!” i heard she whisper under her breath，
therounted the fence and biked likad rottweiler，
across the woods and forests like many real dream destinedshatter，
whicopemind would never stay awoken.
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