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This early morn I woke up

my cheek to a wet pillow

a hot tear upon my shoulder

cold arms on empty sheets

It must have been somebody special 

who came into  my sleep

It must have been a memory

 which lingered in a dream

It must have been a moment

where other moments disappear

It must have been his palms

playing within my hair.

I walked so closely to the window

my fingertips kept writing in the mist

a name i thought i had forgotten

kept coming back in a sweet kiss

I've put my arms around me

believing he was standing there

a warm breath upon my neck's nape

Soft whisper in my ear.

Last night I have been dreaming

this morn kept feeling blue

I wonder if in your world

you are a dreamer too.

Charma

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