summertime -
I lie awake at night
on terrace, under the open sky
not a single wisp of cloud
the stars shining bright,
winking occasionally at me.
the night breeze, still warm
ease me into sleep.
I dream -
running through the open meadow
the warm breeze tickling my skin
the bright sun, occasionally shadowed by clouds;
dark with a silver lining
resembling sometimes, a familiar face -
a face fading with time.
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