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inpsirational 1 min read 586 views Sep 18, 2014

In Between Time

In a cool minute I see myself with you,

gracing the clouds with melody,

a love song echoing through.

In between time we will see ourselves swimming,

in a rippling oasis,

a pool of unconstrained winning.

In our own right,

cerebral in this moment in time,

holding hands,

bathing in rain drops of cherry wine.

In my dreams is where our reality lies,

a shadow in the day,

brought to form as I close my eyes.

 

 

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