FEVER


Tired of the Spring and of the dawn, she came to the poolside to weep.
"Soft and pale are the skies of my life", she murmured softly to the deep, still pool."Hard were the days of my summer and of my winter. As are the fields, so has been my life. Parched by the sun, swamped by the moon. I asked for little and little was won. Long were the days of my hunting, long were the days of my longing. But I trusted to the Fates, and so my love came to me. Came to me as a whirlwind, as a storm. I was thrown up to the heavens, all my senses fled away from my heart. I was his. I gave him everything, he gave nothing. He laughed, he danced, he slept, he left."

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