She appeared in all his dreams.
Once as two people,
one playful and smart,
the other serious and funny
while stealing his heart.
Once as a tree that was easy to hug,
than as a scent that felt like a drug
Once she was a cloud,
moving too fast and blocking his sun,
later a priest who begged him to run.
She was also herself, caring and fun.
Complex and simple, serene and mysterious,
rolled into one.
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