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To Dreams And Dreaming
And so I left the dreaming
Amid the clatter
Of your bracelets clinking
In your dancing,
And I wasn’t sure
Whether awake or sleeping
Which was real,
But the aroma of your
Perfume keeping in both places
Pulses beating,
Faces flushed
Your music heating
The very air we all are breathing,
Glasses high
To dreams and dreaming.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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