Beloved
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I had a dream of you last night
when sweet sleep finally came
while outside the wind was blowing loud
and stars were flickering above . . .
you took my hand and I rose up above
and became a spirit girl drifting. . .
we flew over mountains high
and valleys deep and green
but it was so dark and silent in this dream
not even a night bird song . . .
then suddenly snow is caressing me
as you kiss my red lips and eyelids
and I touch your cold white cheek . . .
oh, why is my heart beating so loud
I think it will break in a thousand pieces
as I press you close beloved . . .
and then we are falling, swirling down . . .
I cannot hold you anymore and must let go
then, I am laying in the deep snow
where your tomb is engraved - beloved
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February 13, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Beloved
Copyright Protected, ID 18-994-207-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Mid Summer 2018 Standard Contest
Sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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