I will start to do that more and more, just getting back to analyzing line by line. But for now, I know when I read this poem, all I could think about is those who left before me, who now reside in my dreams. I no longer count sheep or anything on the walls, I think of them and there are times where I've woke up and in tears. So, Vera Pavlova, I did a tiny bit of research on her. She actually writes music