Soft as the breeze…

“I have met you on the darkest of nights,
You came to me in a dream
Under the starry night sky,
A white blur at distance
Peacefully walking towards me.
Gently caressing my face,
Your hand as soft as the breeze,
You told me about your journeys
One story per night,
Feeding my infinite curiosity.
I would beg you for one more,
Eagerly wanting to know more,
But every time you finished
You would stand up gracefully,
As you stared at me, smiling.
And without a word you would go
Peacefully walking away from me,
For then gently look over your shoulder
And send me a kiss as soft as the breeze.”

Ana.

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