High above the trees, I am lacking oxygen.
Gazing down below, upon the field of dreams.
I try to catch my breath as I held to memories.
A entrapment within the valley , a moment of desire
Traveling romance caught my heart on fire.
My flight wings clipped and I plummet to the hollow
surrounded by the trees I look to see you follow.
A joyous look upon my face , nothing takes your place
as you singed into my heart that warm wind embrace.
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My favorite thing to send Warm Wind blown kisses to land upon your cheek
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