by Jennifer C. Gutierrez

Like a rocking chair, softly and gently
Put me into a lullabye
And there I could die
Missing the reality of the dream
I wish to free on my mind

To uphold the eventuality
Hands weaving shelter
And the wind blows out my name
The sighs were love carried away

Crystals flow, sublimation starts
Shedding the layer of wrap affections
Nakedly, staring on the mirror
While sitting on my mind

my dreams coming true in there
warm moments of movements
but the chair that carries me
is going nowhere...

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