Something within your unconscious-self,
Exists within foreign skies and expressive eyes...
Though, I smile and I laugh for a moment in time,
Somewhere in my past, future or another life,
Is a reminder to not forget an unknown,
Yet it slips,
Into the murky,
Unknowing slumber.
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Dreams are the stuff of which life is made. Nicely done!