So fleeting a flutter
an unconscious glimpse
of visions that utter
lost rememberence
pastel colors of fall
yet a fragrance of spring
dreading the morning
yearning beauty it brings
The more aware I become
the more quickly it fades
the deeper the thought
unknown meaning it shades
like a book with no cover
yet words I can't read
visibly invisible
is my journey of dreams
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