Horizon

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I am made of blues
Wild, free, floating around
Like wisps of cloud

You are of earth
Grounded, balanced
Holding on to reality

My world of dreams
And your world of goals
They would not meet in these dimensions
So meet me
Across the meadow
On the horizon
Our lips might not touch
But we'll get close enough
That I could feel your breath
On my cheeks
Could hear your sweet nothing's
Whispered in my ear
Could see the brown of your eyes
Reflect in my blues
Meet me on the horizon
Where we will get the closest to our 'could be'-s

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