The Dreamer
I dream of tomorrows far way
Of lieing on my patio with Nina Simone slowing streaming from the speakers.
The rare alone time I get, staring into the ocean with my mind as still as the waters.
The sky is are a warn shade of orange with slight remnants of blue.
I suddenly snap out of it with the pita patter of little feet pacing towards me.
I smile at the sheer perfection of it all.
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