A universe in a grain of thought and rivers in a drop of rain.
Wonder why when sitting in rain
holding an umbrella over my head
I stretch my hand to make sure it is rain.
Dreaming the sun in the middle of the night and dreaming the moon in the bright sunlight
I have stayed awake for many a night
and walked in the scorching sun
dreaming the parasol was you covering me
wrapping me around in the dream of you.
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