I see people in my sleep,
Rushing,
Looking at their watches,
Talking on phones.
In my sleep, I see people laughing, quarrelling.
I hear people singing,
Praising,
Back-biting one another.
I enjoy a scent in my dreams:
Fragrance of roses,
Aroma of Spanish omelet – yet
Yet all these, I can not touch, see or taste
But in my dream they exist.
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