A dream passed by this noon
you wandered like a butterfly,
touching as softly as
winding caress on a early bloom.
The warmth you left behind
was like the first sunray,
kissing dew grass.
Your eyes held a promise
to find me
in the depth of the sea.
The feeling, overwhelming
filled me with ecstasy,
until I fell from the cliff
and woke.
It was a dream.
A dream of noon.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 5:53 AM UTC
A dream passed by this noon
you wandered like a butterfly,
touching as softly as
winding caress on a early bloom.
The warmth you left behind
was like the first sunray,
kissing dew grass.
Your eyes held a promise
to find me
in the depth of the sea.
The feeling, overwhelming
filled me with ecstasy,
until I fell from the cliff
and woke.
It was a dream.
A dream of noon.
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