Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
In sleep
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
a haiku a day
keeps obtuseness away
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
a haiku a day 
I like this one too – a striking way to access places people go when they sleep that we will never know.
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