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Let’s fly to top seven silver hills
like the last evening cat walking
breeze.
Let me hide you in my arm-pit
as we travel to where no eyes will see us.
Behind, down your spinal cord is where
I wil like to reside,
I will keep my body across your palm.
But my soul is eager to rest in peace
in your heart.
Beyond today I need no seer
to tell me cause tomorrow sleeps
in your eyes.
Beyond the sixth hill, the journey
to dream land…….
ends with a poem that gives me
joy under my blanket
when eyes weep to be unconscious.
