from the central quietude
of my dream
you have found me,
calling my name
to bring me to life.
and you called like a chlorophyll that
traps the green light
to synthesize
my last glimpse of the twilight.
to this, I responded.
and I whispered:
'in you, my heart shall
wake up as
your eyes open before they blink,
or as they close
when you are weary.
for in you, I am,
in you I shall be.'
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