It's always easier to remember
The smell of the wheat fields
Uncropped after winter.
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I looked for you then
Amongst the waves.
The waves in that field that we made
Our own as we made love within its folds for days.
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I miss you...
I miss the taste of the wind
Like rye bread on our tongues
As we exchanged kisses under the solstice sun.
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It seems so long ago
Through that field, we did run
And we'd tumble into our favorite spot
That's when all of the fun began.