This one field of dreams

I see the sunset in her eyes, her wind swept hair like golden strains
of angel hair aglow under the inflamed horizon, with bare feet dancing
upon a bed of warm sand, tormenting me and I but a fool left with this
agonizing birth bearing too many fallen dreams among broken promises,
sadden by tumultuous sunrises, her lies yet buried away, with my grievous
heartbeat echoing out there, in absence of her no longer being my fruit
of joy.

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