Take me where the wind whispers, tales of long-gone days—
To the field where she strokes the golden ears.
Her wildflower musk enchants me,
as she dances with the Earth, in her gown of velvet green.
Under skies of softest pink,
where the sun's last kiss arouses the stars,
In beauty’s serenity, I sink.
The gentle breeze caresses my skin,
As the scent of earth, rich and warm, wraps around me like a tender embrace.
My guitar, playing to her lullaby of dreams.
As rippling waters awaken the night queen,
in the light of dying embers,
I drift off into dreams.
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