The dreamer in the scarf.
It's light and dark of blue.
It's like a shelter from
The love's agonic fever.
I stopped count days and nights.
I'm only breathing hard.
I'm far from all delights
And only dream so far.
I dream... Of everything.
Of everything with you.
Oh, what an awful thing
Imagination cure!
It paints you sunny life
And then takes it away.
It lets you count to five
And then - back on your way.
But thanks God I can dream.
Because in other way
I would just cry and scream
Without a wish to stay.
Dreamer in the scarf
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