She wondered about the dream and living it. She was not awake to ask whose it was, or if it was worth it, all she knew was detached silent ecstacy.
All that was offered was not worth her adoration, All she could do was to commit to an act of manipulation.
The dream didnt hide her dilema. To hide the heart and show some love? or show some heart and hide the love? Ah! the scarred heart, or the taint of love? A hushed project, the hope of restoration, all that was left was a whiff of irritation .. And she walked ...
One to my beautiful One!
Walking into the setting sun,
Walk, and let it all drop,
No chains, no fears,
Not even my longing tears,
And night is where I will hide,
A memory and a rose, my company,
Float away, lightly,
Into the sojourn of the nightly ..
Let my words fail,
And when you please, my queen,
Find your way,
through my secret trail ..
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