Dream girl

You come in my dreams,

With grey shades,

That feel like million colors,

You speak nothing,

And it feels like hundred violins,

You smell like a burnt morning toast,

And you smell like thousand daisies,

You give me fright of my life,

And you give me calm of lifetime,

You do not touch me,

Yet I feel you caress my blood,

The enigma that you are,

Coming from the depth of my mind,

Yet so distinct from myself,

So jubilant and full of life,

I refuse to believe that you were born out of me,

And my desires and fantasies,

I may just as well be your little work?

You may just as well be my creator,

The sweet balmy fuel of my soul?

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