The Fantasy

Sometimes like now,
When the stream echoes the day’s rain,
and the crickets sings for their mates,
I want to lay natural by your side…
Mesmerised in the sparks of your eyes
in such dim summer night.
And owned your fingers to caress my bare back,
to yield peaceful dreams.

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