Part I

 

Softness falling
sunny haze
Nesting, resting
settled in space

In these dreams I lie
from myself sometimes I hide
Sleight of hand,
a bit of wit
Seems I’ve got myself soon tricked

Under covers
time is aging
Heavy sigh,
need to fly.

-sk-

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