A past life
In this meadow covered in golden locks of wheat...My mind does drift away into a far away place.
Do you remember?
A time when your arms were the only home I had.
Lover, friend, healer.... Where are you? How much longer do I have to go through this?
Awaiting the return to our former place it cannot be but I miss you with the passion of a million burning blue fires.
I am stuck in a state of revery waiting for you to remember.
Do you remember? oh I remember!
How can I forget the most important story of all! A story of one of the greatest loves of all.
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