Beauty
And in my reverie, I rode a black horse with a long flowing mane,
he carried me through a dappled forest where birds sang me songs;
oh, so lush and green was the grass I wished to rest so he bowed down,
sliding off him I lay in the green, I felt like I was sinking down;
down into the earth and it was cool and I felt I was to be in this place,
in time flowers grew over my resting place, purple, white and blue;
a headstone was engraved with only my name, the name of a poet,
and in another realm I dwell and wander the forest until the hour before dawn.
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June 26, 2017
Lyric/Beauty
Copyright Protected , ID 915726
8 Lines Of Beauty
Rick Parise
First Place
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