Something of a dream
reminds
the animals that roam
the plains
memory that sheds
light on dark situations
Can you read me
the plays of Sophocles?
or must I pick up
the book myself
and blow the away
the dust from the shelves
Something of a dream
reminds
lose the nonsense
and eat the words
that pour from you
I can't forget
winter and the noise
not even on hot summer
days
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