Dream

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I am sitting outside on the porch, playing my guitar. The music makes harmony with the twittering of birds and the humming of bees. It is the season of Spring and the flowers in our garden are in full bloom. Beautiful, is it not?
You come outside with two cups of coffee and take your place beside me. I play you a little song that I have been working on for quite sometime. You have that glitter of happiness in your eyes and I can see that you like the song. You smile at me, twirl your fingers into my hair and kiss me on the forehead with a soft whisper, "I love you, always and forever!"
My eyes have shot open. I am now surrounded by the darkness of my room and the emptiness of the bed. I know it is the season of Spring, but why does Winter still reside in my heart?

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