It is pleasurable
once in a while to be
at the window sill
dreamy, looking out at the world
and yet within
the verdant growth of one's desires
and fancies
away from the mundane and realities
for we spin better ones from imaginings
so let me dream a little
walk hand in hand with a lover-man
journey in my mind
to lands and visions
let me dream awhile at least
how windows open
and one breathes in freshness
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