recognize

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credit to Samer Tarabichi Art

on the sky bridge sings
a dream sketched by time's frisson, —
its shape betrays… love

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where are those who're no
longer with us, the tears ask,
rejecting owl's myth

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night's gaze stalks the town
with its progressive process
conserved in light-years

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lucid, i'm caressed
by a song you shared it once
chic to breathe my breath

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petals' silhouettes
reach your lungs' nectar to trace
my hypnotic scent

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dreams' eyes recognize
we're the carnal plenitude
in so many tunes

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on my forehead's meadow
my dreams speak in odd language, —
your lips translate them


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