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About This Poem
Dawn's Reverie
Golden country morning,
on a backroad spin.
Then without a warning,
you're in my head again.
Driving to our place,
a lakeside's cool mist.
I'm caressing your soft face
and tasting your sweet kiss.
Now sunlight's peaking through
the yellow-brown horizon.
I've got some work to do,
so I find it quite surprising
that I can't stop this feeling
of you always on my mind.
It's a love that's so revealing
I thought I'd never find.
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