dancing up to puffy white clouds
while the sun kisses my nose
i splash in the luke warm water
only looking up towards heaven
to dream for him

lying still in the weed laden grass
while the blades tickle my shins
i ache for ease of life
only looking up towards heaven
to dream of him

crouching in the middle of the road
while the sounds are still and subtle
i ponder if going forward is better than looking back
only looking up towards heaven
to dream with him

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