
I wake from the comforting arms of a dream,
Still wrapped in the warmth of the sun
As it reflects off of the azure blue of a tropical sea.
Threads of the dream life wish to hold me within its galaxy
Yet only the silver stars now dance in the corner of my eyes
As I slowly return to the muted palette of this reality.
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