Gifts
When you fitted my head with dreams
I started to breathe
My lungs filled with air, a short gasp
Instead of the emptiness, instead of the dust
I felt full, filled with scents and summer
All begun, a painting started some time ago finally finished
The novel, abruptly halted
Suddenly picked up by the author
Ended with a suitable twist and significant success
The block for the writer dispersed
I can’t begin to describe that feeling
The depth of the breaths that I could take
It was wonderful to have a head full,
A place to escape, to linger
Laugh, feel safe, wrapped up in you
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