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My beloved meet me in the virgin snow, within a forest of wonder let our hearts sing, a lullaby sung in tones so sweet and low, to the heart of the forest a winter's love we bring. I shall drown within the heart of loving eyes, as we hold close within the heart of winter's cold, then we shall walk together through this paradise, my Constance, in this happy dream our hearts bold, within a winter's love. My darling, I lay deep beneath the snow, within the winter forest where we used to stroll, I hear your lullaby that drifts in the winds that blow, you buried me where we fell in love, heart and soul. One day you will come to me and rest in peace, and together we will stroll the green of heaven, only then will this forever dream of yours cease, until that day Michael, I will hear your love beckon, within the winter forest. ______________________ January 17, 2017 Poetry/Rhyme/A Winter's Love Copyright Protected, ID 17-866-814-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. A collaboration with Vladislav Raven.

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Date: 1/17/2017 8:22:00 PM
Hi Constance, i knew you would make this peace sing. I was not wrong. You magnify the peace with your gently beautiful words. It is always a pleasure and an honour to share ink with you Constance. Within your mind the simple becomes the sublime. A collaboration becomes simple with you. You make it so easy. Your words sing as they always do. You make this peace a seven and it has to be a fav. I love the final outcome. Hugs....Mike. XX
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Date: 1/17/2017 7:53:00 PM
Poetry in motion! A delightful read!
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Date: 1/17/2017 7:35:00 PM
Wow - this is beautiful, Constance! And sad, too.
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