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Dreaming of Love 2
Another day dies as I sit in a fallow field and watch my dream sprouting among the wild verdant weeds. The silence of the valley is soon broken as evening approaches and birds take their last flight. A breeze passes by making the wild jonquils dance, as the night deepens and darkness intensifies. Still I dream my nightmare, persistently repetitive, unending, heart throbbing, painful and agonizing. The dew impregnates the air, now I feel cold, breathless and solitary, except for my dream and the dark skies fill with starry glow worms. A coyote howls from afar, as on the ridge I hear a rumbling, a storm is gathering. I never had the courage to climb and explore the ridge. I know you will be there, lovely, dark tresses, pale face, abyssal seeing eyes. Oh, once I tried, but never made it. The uneven terrain alien, the rocks sharp and killing and the irrational fear of heights. The thread of my life seems to be ending. I lost her forever. Who knows, perhaps it's fear I might find you waiting there, all ravishing and serene. So, I stay on the plain and dream of you.
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