the aroma of alone
encourages
breathing to slip
below the surface,
beyond the bedsheets
of thoughts
and a pillow full
of whispered words
burdens relax
as echoes
and rising tides
lead to the
doorway of dreams
layers of vapors
begin to gather
under familiar stars,
expectant and waiting
for you to enter
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Comments1
Brilliant!
(how to purchase a ticket?
dear poet
and a belated Happy New Year!
my friend)
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