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Was it a dream? It seemed so real.
Is anything that beautiful?
A photograph so faded all that’s left are smiles,
or maybe it’s just upside down
And from the back of mind,
Toward tip of tongue,
A presence felt, a shadow cast,
A longing look that just won’t last
Could it be real – seems like a dream,
nothing is impossible,
Almost but not quite a memory,
A vague sensation lost or leaving
It feels so near sometimes
is it joy or stark despair?
A fleeting glimpse, a distant sound
A movement sensed - so nearly found
When reaching out it floats away.
The butterfly escapes the net.
It flows away - water runs through grasping hands.
Was it a dream it seemed so real,
but nothing could be so impossibly beautiful
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