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when night falls
I was afraid,
as with most dreams,
this one would burst
when I awoke,
like a bubble
that sparkles in the sun
with colors made from all the eyes
in the world,
together on one sphere,
but can’t see clearly as it gets hotter;
beautifully
formed by my warm breath
and gentle hand,
but not mine
to hold onto
or remember.
~release
before it explodes~
it floats free
before the next moon rises
to seek another place,
a place
where the bluebird sings at dawn
and becomes
someone else’s dream
made true,
a delight
when night falls
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