Just a dream or a thought
and a memory or naught,
from the moment I wake
the day makes a play.
Skies are a baby blue and
they make me think of you,
as I tightly close my eyes
you take over my mind.
Embraces in a dance
was this moment by chance,
that we might accidently meet
and you'd sweep me off my feet.
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