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Reverie

It is a longing
A homesickness
For a place I’ve never been
Nor ever hope to see

It is wandering in a barren desert
Searching for what I desire
Yet do not know
And cannot find

It is cold
Like a breath on a winter morning
Expelled from the soul to hang
Frozen in the air

It is the helpless birth
The unwitting invention
That frees the fire
And freezes time

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