WINDSONG OF LOVE
The wind came swiftly.......from a distant valley.....high in a mountain .....with the smell of the wildflowers woven within the sounds of her sacred song.....I could see her in my dream......hear her in my sleep.....my heart pounding as I tried to awaken......yet I dare not.......for I feared that she would be but another illusion... another false hope and figment of my imagination...where my lost heart searches endlessly for a lonely love forgotten....deserted and…
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