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THIS WAS MY DREAM

Withdrawn into a forest, I sing my song;
And to the forest edge, you come along.
You do not enter, tho your wish is strong.
How could something so right appear so wrong.





The sunburned sky sets my face aglow. I merely turn around, and lo There you are again, reclining; A stand of junipers, your portrait defining.





My breath gasps despite the breeze. I cry and fall down on my knees. I pray and often wonder why My love lies on a hill nearby.






Memories of days on other pages; Spikes of dandelions in different stages... It was no dream of an idle hour, But reality that had become its flower! Written In Memory of My Beloved (© by Darle)







Painting By Jonathon Earl Bowser




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