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Storm

A thunderstorm is bending the earth
I seek oblivion in slumber.
Perhaps I`ll dream of your eyes,
Perhaps I`ll see you smile so tender.


I`d like to dream of you my ...
In its rich frame of smoke-dark tresses
That look so like these,  -No the sun is shining
When you are in my mind.
I`d like to feel your hand`s


There`s so much radiance and space.
My shoulders square, the weight is lifted.
I feel at peace, my spirit braced,
As though you have, in fact, been with me.

So much they talked, so very little said...

Say what you will, 
This is fantastic...