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I will never be cold

for you send me a blanket


of clouds in the evening,
while reading a story
of all in the past
and all of the future
with help from the stars
which serve as my bedside lamps.
I may be chased
by a frightening dream,
a nightmarish illusion,
a garish scene,
but you will be there, won t you?
To remind me that I
should not be afraid
and though in my rustle,
the bed was unmade,
I ll never be cold,
and anymore freezing
for you send me a blanket
of clouds in the evening.
A. P., a blanket of clouds