the stories that i love

i feel the sun, i hear the sea;
her hand is right there, next to me,
as with balloons we walk along –
a perfect summer day —

how is it, all this i can feel
when none of it is true or real?
it might just be a feature of
the stories that i love

it’s hard to see a common thread by sorting;
but stories that i love
are all
transporting

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