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Missing You
#WritcoStoryPrompt39
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
Dreaming of a romantic setting underneath a willow tree, with its long slender leaves and drooping branches, laying on the green grass, two lovers resting. Lively bodies sharing energy, the best of themselves. Together in nature's magnificent space involved, there's no one else. Beneath the willows tree drooping branches providing safety and warmth. Unashamed we're getting what we want. A special moment to spend time to live life as we should. What's relevant is magnificent, what's desirable is welcome and understood. However, without warning, the wind increases, the sky's dark clouds are appearing, a thunderstorm is coming. There's know where to run we stand trembling under the willow tree. The branches are moving and the raindrops are flooding the spot where we once layed. The rain water beneath our feet increasing ankle deep. The thunderstorm is sending random lighting bolts. Sometimes imagining it's closer than what it actually is. We held one another tight. While chanting to the creator of life. The question remains were we facing a nightmare, or was the experience a lesson about life. Missing you.
© Daniel Mason
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
Dreaming of a romantic setting underneath a willow tree, with its long slender leaves and drooping branches, laying on the green grass, two lovers resting. Lively bodies sharing energy, the best of themselves. Together in nature's magnificent space involved, there's no one else. Beneath the willows tree drooping branches providing safety and warmth. Unashamed we're getting what we want. A special moment to spend time to live life as we should. What's relevant is magnificent, what's desirable is welcome and understood. However, without warning, the wind increases, the sky's dark clouds are appearing, a thunderstorm is coming. There's know where to run we stand trembling under the willow tree. The branches are moving and the raindrops are flooding the spot where we once layed. The rain water beneath our feet increasing ankle deep. The thunderstorm is sending random lighting bolts. Sometimes imagining it's closer than what it actually is. We held one another tight. While chanting to the creator of life. The question remains were we facing a nightmare, or was the experience a lesson about life. Missing you.
© Daniel Mason
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