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Current mood:  romantic Category: Writing and Poetry
Thoughts of You
You were the last thought I had last night before I shut my eyes. Then I dreamt of you dancing barefoot in gossamer silk and smiles. Alone in a moonlit meadow with an orchestra of stars playing music to the skies. A silent rhythmic wind blew flowers in the air, and gently lifted you above the groundless miles. And like a silver mist you vanished in the night. You were the first thought I had this morn when I dared open up my eyes.
4:03 AM
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