These elements of turning out new dreams
With shades of clouds and ocean waves
From vividly feel from what our thoughts streams
Part of our joy sometimes craves
Almost like handwriting through its silhouette
Filling our mysterious with gentle contact
Quivering its shadows in new sunset
Something within dreams never exact
Quietly through turnings of each new contour
Never being the same in our thoughts and ways
Like an open box of the clouds to sketch
Lines and new forms to our heart unsure
Awaking reflections in thoughtful plays
Always difficult to resolve and catch
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