He sits there alonelonging burning bright in his eyesthe cool breeze a balm to his fevered soul gazing intently into the gloaminghe espies a solitary figure yonderis it the one he has been waiting for the one who would make him feel alivemake butterflies sing and the moon blushor is it just a will-o’-the-wisp enticing, elusive … Continue reading Unreal dream
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