you are incessant gaze on my pillow my dream perpetual
you are the sketch of dreams perpetual
you are the reality sought
you are the image of my dreams
you are caress of wind on my face
you are magical fantasy
you are the light in my darkness
you are the gentle caress of the wind
you are my eternal fantasy
you are the pieces of a heart dead
you are the voice of my dreams
you are the perfect dose
you are the wind on my face
you are my sweet utopia
you are the days in my memories
you are the sun on my window
you are the corner of my ideas
you are my perpetual dream
this poem I did by myself
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