Solace

Surreal comfort
wrapped in a dense
fog, the warmth of
cool droplets tickle
the skin.

Blanketed reality, as
a child under a tent,
fashioned in chairs, free
to dream – uncensored.

Caressed in solitude, the
heart beats a rhythm, in
harmony with a mind,
at peace – to dream.

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