The wind whispers and tickles my nose
Perhaps you are expecting almighty prose
No. It is just I. The one who occasionally
attempts to create.
Though I am no ethereal one.
There is nothing I can do for you
I cannot bring back what has been lost
Though perhaps I am someone
you remembered from a distant dream
I hope I can help you somehow
to awaken forgotten desires
dream a little dream of me.
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