she sleeps,
and I patiently wait,
somewhere,
just on the edge
of hidden dreams,
searching for just a small glimpse,
of far off valleys
and delicate hills,
caressing
soft blue skies,
gently touching
her warm,
sweet body,
protecting her,
as she travels
across new frontiers;
she is beginning to make
a believer
out of me.
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