Wind, Sun, Mind

The wind caresses gently.

Raises the sun, blows against a door closed tight.

A mind remembers remembering, as if set upon a sight.

This dream I know.

Slowing dancing, a flower, a moment, in the day or in the night.

A conscious wakening.

Within from without, does not go down without a fight.

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