Uncover

Inhaling dust and old paint,

I dream of colours and shapes,

gaze upon a marble of great

significance. A blanket

of silence brushes my cheek.

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Upon a cottage cosy and quaint

falls next the gaze. Grapes

and golden trees await

us. A soft blanket

of surprise caresses the skin.

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I hear the murmur of a saint.

Surely, he wears drapes

impressing with their weight.

Impressive blankets

of great significance.

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Outside, I begin to breathe

again.

(blankets have been lifted)

A new world

ready for me to take

in. An outburst of colours.

I close my eyes again.

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Note: You will have to imagine the 4th line of the last stanza to be indented (the line is supposed to start where the second line of the stanza ends, but reddit won't let me format it this way).

See the properly formatted version here: https://imgur.com/gallery/9zqAUFC

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[1] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9rm5io/this_world_calms_me/e8koi69

[2] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9rxtnu/let_there_be_a_storm/e8knwgi