She sits,
Dreams,
A poetic tale.
The wind,
gently caressing her skin,
like a long lost lover.
She stands,
Dreams,
a harmonic note.
The tree,
Its bark rough upon her hand,
Its energy fills her spirit.
She dances,
Dreams,
The beat captures her soul.
The ground moves,
With her joyous dance,
Like a promenade between woman and earth.
She leaps,
Dreams,
Weightless like the air.
Carried by the wind,
Like a leaf dancing on its sails.
She sings,
Dreams,
An angelic note.
Tones carrying through the air,
Like velvet upon ears.
She lies upon the grass,
She Dreams,
Eyes open,
Soul open,
Heart open.

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