In a valley,
there's a field.
in that place,
there lives grace.
I sense a hymn,
distant, she sings.
the wind is on a dance,
showing off her nature,
every move is sheer beauty.
sky, her theater,
it curtain's her atmosphere.
clouds choke the sunlight.
light beams,
her spotlight.
she hisses,
whispers thoughts of enchantment.
her steps ripple,
swiftly pulsating,
grass is her water's surface.
the sweet hymn becomes song,
she howls my name.
her love,
my present.
swirling and spinning,
twirling leaves try to keep up.
she leads,
all fallow.
my senses scream lively,
I float,
swimming in air.
her warmth, her touch, her voice
this is her ballet.
she kisses me,
her breath gives me life.
she leaves,
a sensation pulsates,
my lips,
Electric....
cloudy curtains close.
this moment,
forever my memory.
fully in love, my heart asks her name.
she smiles,
my soul listens,
sweet wind whispers,
~~~~you've always known~~~~
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