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Touching your skin glimmering with the subdued glow
of the August moonlight suggests
that every delusive dream seems real;
if dreams don't have the glitter of stars,
one might as well close his dreamy eyes
and be carried into that world of unfeeling thrill,
only to find out what he seeks lies down below
earth that's hidden from the penumbrae that outgrow.

Do dreams glitter or remain dull?
Only reality perceives them as null,
we, on the contrary, disparage them 
with subtle and virtual images
culling them from those memories 
already faded into void darkness...
is it really worth reviving them? 

Kissing you softly is too delightful,
and seeing you trembling
is a response so inviting;
never did such lips have the sweetness
of whispers multiplying the tenderness
of every touch so subliminal!

Do dreams glitter or remain dull?
Will fantasy transform them into something
more realistic as the senses that tickle fancy?
Are we promised that our joy will be brimful
as that cup from which we drank and felt full?
Doesn't love overflow and encourages the living
to give more without being so greedy?

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