Feather touch, on a weathered skin
measures time
longing awaits, for a piece of peace
when he touches
she withers
soft breath, kisses his hands
a flight of dreams
reminds of a time never reached
when she awakes
shadows of light, begin to rise
through her dark hopes
she is the man again
spliced in the nostalgia of romance
she touches him
soul and body touching her feet
feet untouched by dust
there flies dust
there flies time
there flies her dream
and she dances on
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