Literature
Yume
I look out to the sky in wonder, a blue haze
ablaze with the clouds in all forms, a trace
of destiny which seeks out the asylum of my bride
who waits by those neverending columns up above
ambrosia guiding me into solitude, where I am
at peace with myself, where I am in the sanctuary
of that ethereal Avalon. How oft, I waited, but
all in vain. Lo! Do I see her, enshrined in the marks
of the white, like the amaryllis which blossom in
tranquil serenity. Her smile is but a fragment of my
unending search for happiness. This is my pursuit
My dream... the dream from which all dreams originate
From which I would find myself, swimming through
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