To contemplation

From noise-full streets,
time to move on.
Let me review the scene.
In the winter,
the window is closed.
In the summer, only half-open.
No room for a welcome space.
Last night, I had a dream.
Full of intimate and open cheer.
Now, I will find a place
to repeat the dream.
A place to see the road
wide and narrow.
And dreams no longer
transfixed with pain.

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