Wish I could

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Wish I could be a feather that lands on your lap when you are reading a book – to be touched by you, before you send me drifting back into a cloudy breezy land of dreams…

Wish I could be a vibrant quivering bubble in your vicinity, bringing back to you colours of a long-forgotten rainbow – before I dissolve into the elements again.

Wish I could be your past, which would make you die with longing for me every new day, when you relive me... while your reality passes by... unnoticed.
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