My Nirvana

A little pitter,
a pause,
then it patters again.

Puffs of warmth,
lift me,
to a nirvana,
the days of sickness are gone.

Like a tug of protection,
the second wing connected,
have me here,
hold me here.

Awake.

It was a dream,
a dream come true,
and that dream...
was you.

--All Poems by Tia E
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