Holding your hand, far in the meadows, on the bank of calm river, as I stroll through lush green mountains, a lonely breeze across the valley makes a whistling sound; a sudden surge of companionship creep in your heart, and you hold me tight. the warmth of your bosom, throbs my heart, your soft silky hair float in the air, as you pierce your fingers in my body, I hold your face with my hands, and glimpse a want of me in your eyes, I am overwhelmed by your act. Your kisses balm my mutilated life, It all seems like a sweet dream, after ruthless autumn. a serene, pure thought, after an endless dark night of storms. Unbelievingly, I pull myself back from the cliff, casting fears of being lost again with an optimism and hope of a celestial beginning. May the Power be, bless these souls.
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