She was told dreams are reachable,
give them birth before they die,
labor pains felt through her veins,
ache of her heart, reached beyond
She shed the past, with her dress,
head first, plunged into cool water,
toward an island, butterfly strokes,
where his shadow knelt in the sand
Waves rolled over her bare shoulders,
water lapping against her breasts,
warmth of a breeze kissed her cheek,
her very last one, she began to sink
Her dream faded into the deep,
along with the shadow, she loved,
untouchable dream, meant to be,
her heart knew better, no regrets
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