In
this place there is a portrait
drawn
of innocence in love,
of
naiveté in fervent hope.
A
starry shadow framed by light
colored
by imagination
allowed
but to dream.
In
the warmth of sunlight
it
is nurtured and it is boundless,
and
by the cool of night
it
returns to this place
here
inside of me.
Caressed
and comforted I drift off
finding
solace only in sleep
as
I take this portrait within
and
I nurture it in this place,
colored
by my imagination,
allowed
but to dream…
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