I saw you in my dream.
You were there a lot of steps far from me,
standing with the setting sun behind you
while the breeze billowing your hair
and outfit.
Thinking about it,
I'm not sure anymore if it was really you.
You were so distant
even your silhouette was unrecognizable.
But I sensed familiarity.
You were standing there,
not waiting,
but watching for what I would do.
I was uncertain and hesitating
for things my mind could think of;
not just about you
or us.
So I stood there and watched you too.
Waiting.
Hoping.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
