"A Dream Called You"
A monarch's butterfly flew with me in the clouds. We flew as this luftmensch smiled at me, flying with silver wings. My tears cry in this dream. A spring rain makes the flower shower. My love looses all of her secret power. Sacks of flour are made by the hour. As the breeze blows, my mind starts to think it knows that it's dreaming. I'll be with you for the fifth time today, never to stay as I fall into another deep sleep. Trying not to snore to wake you up! Love you again and again -
J.Billet
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