Late Summer Dream
The rain fell all night.
The mist was my blanket.
The darkness my pillow.
I dreamt of a hippie girl,
who danced with the flowers,
and her name was Lavender.
Rays of light flooded the forest.
Wind through the leafless trees,
sounded like angels singing,
as bony shadows slowly marched on.
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