You are a dream,
a pale moon rising
over the barn,
a lie already;

a violet sky brimming
with silvery fish.
Time drips from the stars
on threads of silk.

Green-gold blades
of grass and white feet
padding across the wet lawn
at midnight,

this is a dream,
a lie already.

~Anonymous

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