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Jun 2020
Whistling wind
countless stars
bright moon
melodies of flowing water like
strings of a violin
trees swaying in our direction
a witness to our union
Your lips parting
emerald eyes
ice cold fingers
my heart suspended
warm blood gushing
knees weakening
metal crashing
binding of two hearts
and then......
Oh! it was just a dream.
Written by
Priscilla Charity  F
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