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May 15
You swim in linens
                while your skin,
Is touched by blanket,
                lucky creature
you barely breath,
                you are …
                so thin,
the night’s awake,
its magic sweeper
picks worries, doubts and frustration,
the place for them, the destination
is not in dreams, it’s out there
with those who evil
        who don’t care

right now the night
        with all its power,
        all its might
protects you,
        standing guard
I am watching too
I’m allowed
To see your dreams
        their gentle flow
like morning haze
        they drift so slow
they give you comfort,
        and the time
sits next to me
        its touch divine
it shows me future
and the way
I dare not move
        I see the day
It edges sky
        On the horizon
with silver thread
        I beg …
Time looks away,
no compromising

we must adhere to rules created
to keep the balance in the world
I searched for you
        and I have waited
for many years, and I can hold
my dreams away a little longer
to put my arms around you
we passed the test
        and we are stronger
it’s only weeks, it’s only few
To Anabella
Dennis Ayzin
Written by
Dennis Ayzin
     Fawn and BR Dragos
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