Sleeping I'm being carried to foreign places
I walk a beautiful beach, covered in white sand
it's like a blanket under my feet, quite hot, but soft
the heat rolls over my face, and sort of opens it up
however, all of it are dreams from nowhere
even though once I did walk a beach like this one
it felt the same, but maybe that too was a dream
perhaps the painful sunburn was my imagination
and what about that loving hand in mine
let's face it, that too might have been a dream
the kisses and more could have been wishful thinking
If that is true then I shall undream parts of reality
painful minutes, weeks and months are doomed
dreamt away into oblivion I savour some dreams
perhaps some ones about a perfect beach
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