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Apr 2016
Crickets creek under the midnight glow
I hear the Violins strumming to the airy night
And as many stars a glow, the warm gust heightens the senses
And fervor stirs in the belly - warmth, touching, feeling
Flickering candle light momentous glow - lifts your head back

The breathes of air gently brisk on your neck
Guiding it's way to your back
Grasping behind you
Holding you tightly - embracing you
The summer breeze welcomes your deviousness
Your imaginings and all of the wild rage, yearning for touches

Laying your back on the dune under the twinkling ceilingΒ Β 
A distant dream imagined years ago and enters a doubt
Loneliness creeps in and ones ideal twinkles again and hope is restored
The empty echoes filled with cricket squeaks
Jitter bugs and buzzing fills the void of the empty summer breeze
Dedicated to my times at the dunes in Mexico. Quickly writing down something I want, but I'm not sure what it is I want. Side note, I'm so excited to go to Mexico this year. Many years I don't feel a need to go, but recently I'm growing more exciting. When I'm in Mexico I like to be by myself and I find comfort in the sand dunes by the ocean. Tranquility and peace at last, ones mind wanders, contemplates, and idealizes in an atmosphere surrounded by darkness and specks of light
Leila Valencia
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