a bittersweet
dream
rises in you
while
you sleep.
she's new
and young again
and so are
you.
it's
the beginning
not
the end.
even the air
is fresh
the sky
a bluebird
blue,
the clouds
whiter
than you can
imagine.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
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