Photo Challenge #132- Spectre

My lovely shadow.   I stare across the field.   The clothes line is where she is sexist.   A stolen look at her.   A silhouette of the body my dreams occupy. Lost in a hidden moment, miles from anywhere.  I can taste her breath.   Feel the stands of hair.

I struggle to sit upright.   My daydream lost.  Pieces of sand passed through an hour glass.   She is spectre.  Haunting me still.

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