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I hear her, whispering to me in the late night winds
Her voice, I can imagine in every beautiful piano sonata.
And when I dream,
We are among a field of tall grass and I can faintly feel lost in her eyes.
I feel dizzy, longing to be In her presence.
My mind wrapped around the scent of her breath,
And the soft touch of her delicate fingertips.
With each touch, a melodic note rings in my mind
Almost like a dark dingy old piano,
Has just been played by a master pianist.
I will spend my desert nights alone,
Howling at the moon
Wondering when she will howl back.