Dream
You see, I had the sweetest dream
of you and I, sit past the stream.
Your hand in mine, the sun would shine,
all was still, we'd stop the time.
And then the night would fall upon,
your hand turned cold, then you were gone.
I lost your steps throughout the woods,
and stopped to wait, alone I stood.
So see, I had the sweetest dream,
of you and I, sit past the stream.
Copyright © Victoria Georgieva | Year Posted 2020
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