It goes by the names of those it loved
embraces of its subtle pull circle and encapsulate
those it held the closest grew in a couple special ways
when I think of it now,
all I can see is a diamond shape
I like to remember what I can,
try to recall, apply and master my lesson
but I can never remember
why I try, what was real
I may never recall the color of its eye
where it was or the first thing it said to me
I can always return and try to get it right
In the river, it finds a peace
nothing tries to fight its friendly pull
those too bold never find their way back to the gentle stream they knew
this is about dreams
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