Azul Noir - A Small String

I wake from a dream
I fall back in
So vivid but unclear
Fading out, falling in

A touch with no feeling
A moment less than anything
A small string holds me
A small string fraying

A small string, once a chain
A small string, becomes a ribbon
A ribbon for a gift
A gift grown instead of given

It tries to fly away
I fade out and only drift back in
No more falling in or pain
Detached, revisiting

Only fondness for a memory
I hold it carefully

Azul Noir

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