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A smell as if by flowers
wafts towards me.
Golden waves glide on
a non-existing wind.
A landscape in completion
is before me.
And yet it constantly
seems to unwind.

You smile and yet it does
not reach your eye.
You talk and as you do
observe the sky.
A smell as if by flowers
wafts towards me –
a low and incoherent voice
says ‘’leave me be”.

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