Day dreams

Like the fingers
of a master pianist
that barely lands on a key,
Only to stroke
the note’s next hue,
on the canvas of symphony

vivacious shadows
enliven the act
of the archetypal fantasy.
An accidental note
of sharp (un)real
scores a hedonic melody

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