Sense

my imagine
I imagine you, And what a delightful imagination it is! The truth of you—never seen by me— Oh, heart, what an impossibility.

I imagine you, Your hair gifted to the wind, You run toward me, While I remain here with my heart and desires.

I imagine that you Have reached me just a little, And for my smiles, You’ve picked a poppy.

my imagine
I imagine you, And what a delightful imagination it is! The truth of you—never seen by me— Oh, heart, what an impossibility.

I imagine you, Your hair gifted to the wind, You run toward me, While I remain here with my heart and desires.

I imagine that you Have reached me just a little, And for my smiles, You’ve picked a poppy.
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