In Dreams

June 23, 2015

I am flitting about a familiar building,

I'm getting a drink and then rushing...

I see him in his car in a room too small,

I'm joyful and glad, despite all

I'm eager and call him, I've something to say:

I'm grateful for what he did for him,

Grateful for him, in dreams.

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