when dreams are real – puma perl

Walking down a long road,
almost jogging
The air is perfect

My life will end soon
and I didn’t go to the beach
this summer
but it’s still perfect

I feel a breeze
and look down
One breast is exposed,
it’s round and perfect

Groups of children run
down a curved path
in the opposite direction
I am invisible
I always dreamt
about being lost
This is how I was found.

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