The deepest pink
Upon your cheek
Your head on pillow
Fast asleep
Hair in lashes
To a fading storm
Upon each wave
Your hopes forlorn.
Your wisping dream
In calmer hands
Betwix each world
In slumber stands
Each step you take
In another place
Barefoot strode
Divine in grace.
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