The dream wakes paling,
stiring in an undercurrent
Of restless eyes.
Arise at that moment
to only remain
Lost within daylight.
Live for what could be
as hours lean toward night
Vividly waiting to show.
Find the way
through curving breath
And arched sighs.
To only leave me
wanting more.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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