The winds of ancient melodies past through.
Echoing their hollow tunes of haunting. We
lay beneath a tree that sways in the wind.
An instrument of it's own demise. As the waves
crash onto the beaches. Their songs are somber
but enchanting. Her lips soft against mine.Our hands
lost amongst one another. Seductive sighs escape her
lips entangling in the growing crescendo of natures own
symphony. A sorrowful romance beneath the night sky
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