i close my eyes
and there i was again –
standing in the middle of a meadow
swaying with the dancing clouds above
with the gentle wind caressing my skin,
combing my hair with soft fingers.
and the sun –
it brings warmth like no other.
it was a fine day;
a picture perfectly capturing
a rare smile on my face
until i opened my eyes
and the meadow was gone
the clouds stood still,
and the wind, a harsh one,
burns my skin.
