Just another dream

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Last night I dreamed of you,
a dream so vivid, so deep.
My hands caressed your face,
my heart longed for a kiss to keep.

My chest burned in quiet pain,
a storm that gave no rest.
To see you was pure wonder,
yet left a weight on my breast.

When you smiled, the world would change,
as if the sun broke through.
A fleeting warmth, so gentle,
but gone too soon from view.

Today I face the truth,
your beauty vast as the sea,
a mirror that holds me captive,
yet leaves me longing, free.

I walk in silent steps,
my thoughts a hidden tide,
listening to your tender words,
while wounds I cannot hide.

But deep within I whisper,
a secret I can’t dismiss.
My lips still yearn for yours,
yet silence steals that bliss.

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Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves builds worlds with words, and dismantles the ones that already exist. She writes about what hurts, what transforms and what refuses to be forgotten. She writes about love, identity and the systems that insist on defining us.

She believes literature is the only place where truth doesn't need permission. Her texts are born from the certainty that every story told with courage is an act of freedom; for whoever writes and whoever reads.