From the Pocket of a Dream
As a blindfold fell the fog that evening. Its cold fingers crawled upon her shoulders. Roaming in blindness, her bare feet searched for some drops of dew. And it seemed to be no end to the hopelessness of her ramble.
Wrapped around branches, the darkness rustled eerily. But the Forest whispered so friendly and inviting, offering a path on its palm of moss.
At dawn, while the gloom still vainly fought the light, exhausted and breathless, she could finally see it. Shining from the bottom of the valley, faithful and loyal, there lay her Lake. Awaiting. Thirsty of longing, her body shook with desire. The ropes of twigs that guided her through the night, fell down from her waist. The shield of tiny warming leaves, given by the wind, withdrew humbly back to the ground. The Forest was ready to let go.
Her eyes became mirrors, her hair flared with life. Down the slope, through the grass, she flowed. To be poured where she belongs.To be merged with her beloved, lost forever in his endless eyes…
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