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 There may be nothing else

To this place

With dune-like fields of green

And the silence that holds you

As if the wind could carry you away

Into another day

With the sunlight filtering through

And through

And every breath could be your first

Or your last

 

And every dream holds me

To every memory 

And every memory 

Moves me into every dream

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And every dream holds me
To every memory And every memory
Moves me into every dream

Like these lines here,
I like your write, it's wonderful.