A rush of wind
Bare feet lifted off the ground
Sunlight through linen
Billowing curtains
Laughter echoing in empty halls
Hugging pilliars so wide
Trickling water
Sunlight making sparkles
Sparkles making sunlight
Wet footprints
Snatches of song
Ceiling in the clouds
Clouds on the ceiling
Skin on marble
Now hot now cold
Whispers in the wind
Listen
A gentle caress
I miss you
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