She laughs as the
wind catches her hair,
like a lovers kiss on her neck.
Strolling down a long
stretch of country road.
Shadows cross the path.
A movie on nights canvas.
The smell of Magnolia's
give her visions of old plantations,
and lemonade on a veranda.
Branches, in tribute to her passing,
form a canopy of hanging moss.
The shimmering rays of moonlight,
expose the roadway ever so gently.
She sighs with pleasure.
Familiar sounds and smells welcoming.
Gentle night breezes run along side her.
She enjoys a midnight stroll.
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