Lost In The Dreams

Inspiring images through the body, Realized as real
Light of eyes open to expanse of the horizon,
The morning greetings...

Noted there frenzied event
Time like a king,although it's silent
Receive as the tribute, relatively awake
Words replacement aeration, like a sipping wing

Are there minutes of me...
That every second the motion and flow
I touched the breath and I breath in the mystery
A gift conjure a sense, the evolution of color

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