Nights are painted red and azure dye
Under the spell of the holy pie in sky
Way way far away from the very glossy fray
Weaving stories out of imagination purely.
Nightmares no more part of the season
As awaiting human concomitant in motion
Play harp on note called reunion
Driving out all references of delusion.
Timely walk in the time machine beyond chimera
Actually unfolding to the world of 'natura naturata'
Sealing with the essence hiding in the 'hu'man'ate'
Spreading its arms in the open air with consent 'prima'.
Topic(s) of this poem: dream, night
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