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There is always the dream of wind
snuggling right through your long hair
and hold them to dance through flower beds
Just as the lavender and rosemary would
with the grapes
in order to produce the personalized wine
with characters, with intent and with every bit of natural scent
of the soil, of the sea and of the surrounding mountains
But nothing is meaningful than holding you in my arms
to dance above the waves
under the clouds
around the island of heart
Whether to vanish into the sea
or disappear as grand magic into the thin air
may not be
just up to me
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