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Sometimes in my dreams i wake up
To the call of soft whistles that caress my ears
I wake up and walk with my feet bare
I move out to where the smoothness beckons...
Soft shadows of a time long gone fall before me
They appear clear as if reflections upon still water
Its as if i can touch them
As if they are part of a real world.
Mild dew cools my feet
The grass underneath feels like velvet
Why didn't i feel this all before?
I ask myself.
The old clock rings again
A pleasant chill runs through my spine
My toes feel a mild itch
They say i could go to some distant land.
A carriage comes to halt
I enter with some restrain
We fly through dew, cold, through softness
To the land where its night and day all the while.
I step down on a soft thorn
And find myself split into two
My two selves so distant , so opposite
And yet so complementing
A bell rings
I wake up to a confused sunlight.
