In the Midst of the Dreams

There is my friend;
Smiling and waving;
Waving and smiling
Leaving behind
---
then
again;
I felt unsure
Of
Who has left whom
---
when the flowers bloom
in the pre-spring season,
I still dream
the dream of the flowers
that you bought for me
---
In my hair
I still wear them
until,
every time I dream
in the Midst of the dreams.

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