You told me once
That you will be waiting for me
Waiting in my land of dreams
Waiting in the desert
I went there
On a long journey
It took me days
It never leaves my mind
The painted dreams wash my reality
I dream in hues of golden orange and dusty red
In the contrasts of bold pink and deep blues
I feel the crisp, dry air
Blowing through the wide open space
Gently scented in Romania
I feel you wrapped around me, everywhere
I see you in the sky
I dance with you on the wind
I chase you to the horizon
I will return
I'm counting the days
I'm going back my light
I will chase you to the horizon
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