In the middle of a dream
steps away from striding
into the oblivion of non-memory
I came awake to behold
the portrait of my longing
She had long hair,
eyes penetrating,
lips curved into nonchalance
perfected by non-practice,
almost a smile but not yet
The sheer ease
the gaze with which
she stared back at me
made me flinch
and realise
The dreams have finally found
the door to life
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