Lying in the lap of the morning
The dawn has just arrived.
She tries to find
The heart of her dream
She touches, squeezing,
Only the surface of hope
She takes a long deep breath
Along the brink of the valley
Of passion
That has blown away with the wind.
Amongst the leaves that become
As gray as dust
The mist of an old, lost love
Is felt shivering for a moment.
She stands on the green grass.
A breeze rises up
She turns away. (c)
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