

a midsummers night dreamMy eyes the colour of the sea,a midsummers night dream
After a storm, blue green and grey.
There is no horizon and, You whispered, the world is quiet here I answered in silence Not wanting to slander your words
We laid there, Aloof from life itself. The wind, caressing our sun-beaten skin, Waiting for the next storm to engulf us.
But the fog is coming in, And the lighthouse is abandoned.
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