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In the most hallowed
place of my being
I feel you resting
renewing your energy.

As the rushing of the
wind
you touch me
a cool breeze blowing
on my brow.

A fresh breath of air
kissing so gently
whispering love words
in my ear.

Dreams of a life time
dashed
diminished to ashes
lying astounded at my
feet.

I'm losing something
I'll never find again.

copyright heather burns