when the pain is gone
longingness is all that remains
staring out by the window
into the boundless fields
beyond her eyes
a tiny silhouette upon the skyline
closer and closer
louder and louder
clad in polished armour
and a handsome horse
he asks for her hand
she blushes and looks away
the poor farmer looks on
his browned clothes of open windows
and his good ol' loyal donkey
whimpers as if understanding his tears
beyond his eyes
a blurred fairytail movie
where the girl
finally rides off with her prince
to a happy ending
disappearing slowly into the distance
aggravating his pain
then gone
no movie nor pain
when the pain is gone
longingness is all that remains
staring out by the window
into the boundless fields
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