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just a story
she used to get up
at the crack of dawn
he would sleep later
you were meant to be a farmer
he used to say
and yes…
she would know and see
in her mind’s eye
the fields of hard work
her body and heart would thrive upon
she would see big open sky
flat lands all around
and in the distance
the sun would shine so hard
making the tall golden grasses
wave to her
caress her being
invite…
singing her name
in ethereal wind chime whispers
‘wind speak’ she would think
feel and know
she was meant
to be here
but…she wasn’t there
only a dreamer
she was
then one day
her friend died
since that day
she could not wake herself up
it was too much
perhaps
the end of all losses
for she had endured many
now he rises with the dawn instead
she covers her head
closes her eyes
…her ears
he bends down
to kiss her goodbye
she waits till he’s gone
then cries
her greatest loss
she has forgotten
how to dream
his greatest loss
the beautiful dreamer…
the end
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