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On Gossamer Wings
The flight of fancy
rides on gossamer wings
blown by the wisps of ocean breeze
sweep by the wind of chance
and fall down lightly on her side
who is lying down on the green grass
while her eyes are closed in reverie.

What thoughts fill her daydreams
why an impish smile breaks open her face
as he tries to figure out how he can enter
her innermost domain. Perhaps he could assume
the prince charming that delights her mind
lies close to her side, stroke her raven hair
trace the curve of her hips and kiss her red lips.

He never thought, but delighted anyway
that he found a passionate lady whose longing
for a prince charming in a dream, does not realize
he was just lying by her side, stroking her hair
tracing the curves of her hips, and kissing her red lips.
Suddenly, those almond eyes open wide to see him
scooped up by the wind and carried on gossamer wings.

By Carlos_Jainga

© 2013 Carlos_Jainga (All rights reserved)


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