Dreams...

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The city hum grows soft and thin...
The world we left, we sink within...
Where salt and wind begin to blend...
And summer never finds an end...
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Your fingers trace a line so slow...
Where ocean meets the skin, I know...
That all I need is here to stay...
In golden light and silver grey...
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The leaves are whispering your name...
The tide repeats it just the same...
And joy is not a thing we claim...
It moves through us like tidal waves...
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Your voice is low, the air is warm...
A quiet shelter from the storm...
The sun has settled on your lips...
Like honey drips from finger tips...
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The water hums a tune I know...
A melody from long ago...
And nothing else can reach us here...
We've vanished from the world of fear...
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The leaves are whispering your name...
The tide repeats it just the same...
And joy is not a thing we claim...
It moves through us like tidal waves...
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We are just two notes in one chord...
A breath suspended, then restored...
No clock, no map, no place to be...
Just light that bends and sets us free...
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The leaves are whispering your name...
The tide repeats it just the same...
And love is not a thing we claim...
It moves through us... and we remain...
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...we remain...
...just two notes...
...one chord...
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28.08.2026