With her long fingernails;
Those covered eyes under long dreamy phantoms.
The wind whispers; tangled, a prisoner
In the strands of time.
Her nightgown dances in the light,
Tingling the corners of my soul.
She swings back and forth, twirling the air around.
I want to stay on this spot forever!
Weightless, Rooted, free!
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