What a dream
I had last night
you were with me
in a far away land
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A very kind rhytm for this poem that has immediately reminded me of the 'Sixth Fugue - A Three-Part Song' by Umberto Saba. 'Not the joy, but the torment/ of love is my delight; / I hold it shut up in my breast, / I vary its image in myself'. More, the author can enjoy it also in original.
Wonderful sad lyric poem, very well written.We have the same sensitivity......10+++++