I had a wish
to travel through my past
to see the eyes
whose glance has slowly
faded
but insecure desires
never last
my consciousness
was shamelessly invaded.
I had a dream
I found myself on shore
I saw the light
and shade
of gloom disguises
that night has passed
and who I was before
left me a trace to
semblance of surmises.
silk scent of the night when I met myself
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