The Glass Rose

 

Walking through green fields, 
looking up into the cloudless blue,
I look back,
and reflect on the dream
that I had as a child.

I sit under the shade of a flamboyant,
I can feel the breeze on my face,
caressing my face,
as I instantly think of you;
The way you touch me.

I close my eyes,
and I think of the beautiful times
we both share;
The finger kisses, the caring look in your eyes,
the way you make me feel.

My eyelids get heavy,
as my body turns lazy under the caressing touch
that always reminds me of you.
Slowly I slip into unconsciousness,
my thoughts mix into a blur, and...


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