I watch
the hay
sun sink
into liquid
gold trees
a secret
smile warms
you like
a bottle
of wine
turn the
page on
the word
if you
can't sleep
there is
a light
going around
if you
can't see
change your
story don't
fall into
endless at
least I
think I
know when
it's a
dream
it's not
easy to
be someone
but then
in time
it does
don't let
it hang
about highs
turn to
lows just
another misunderstanding
about what
you see
your closed
eyes it won't
take anything
but a
moment
swaying trees
washed down
with caffeine
dreams
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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