the soaring hights of Himalayas,
is when haven't even quite opened my eyes
yet but need to break out from the cocoon,
to the fresh mountain air and have that feeling
that something is missing,
like if there already is,
in the dream,
another cocoon somewhere
within an arms reach,
and awake,
it's not yet,
my hand found only faith to grasp
onto, when it reached out to hold.
Can a dream,
that has not audible words yet but
a vague but bright hope and a silent desire,
can it become,
is it within reason
to allow the dream be,
alive and kicking
three two one.
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