the course of true love

the sun swatted the dawn
with my smile

my smile was belted
with the fluffy clouds' skin

the fluffy clouds' skin
are guarding my dreams

dreams have essences, but
essences aren't for everyone

poetic, through themselves,
are in the course of true love


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