26/01/2019

Feathers

I dreamt a dream
 that I have fallen up
       into the Sun.
I dreamt a dream that I ran upside
 down
till the clouds embraced me warmly in singing tears of rain.
I dreamt a dream those clouds of cotton were my skin.
I dreamt a dream,
a dream
 I
 dreamt.
A feather
  was
  I.

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