A Dream
Perhaps she dreams of love to come
A pose of beauty unsurpassed
Here in the shadows silent calm
White hands rest so gently clasped.
A pose of beauty unsurpassed
Her flowing hair conceals an envied sleep
White hands rest so gently clasped
Dreams confined are hers to keep
Her flowing hair conceals an envied sleep
Here in the shadows silent calm
Dreams confined are hers to keep
Perhaps she dreams of love to come
For Isaiah Zerbst - A Dream Contest
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014
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