Wakening within a dream,
A lucid rhythmic beat,
Or could it be reality?
The differences discreet.
Old patterns tread inside my head,
And likewise everytime,
Lace like needle bound to thread,
Throughout a hardened mind.
Like letters etched into the flesh,
Of weathered willow tree's.
A message bred inside my head,
A symphony so sweet.
The perfect world,
That knows no bounds,
Impervious to time.
The perfect love,
So soft and sound,
The rhythm to a rhyme.
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