7/27/2024 for Eight Words 2 Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
She's a vision in a gilt frame 'fore the weary man he became. He hears a sweet Spanish guitar. Slumber takes him to days afar. Through misty time, he hears his name. Butterflies cajole, "join the game". A Degas etching, she's the same. Lilacs in her hair - there they are. She's a vision. How straight and true was cupid's aim, when then, their love, they did proclaim. She was taken away so far. Does she live as a twinkling star? He sighed - mere dreams left of her flame. She's a vision.
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