I Dreamt of Him Again
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and in my dream I was in Paris, France
walking on a lonely street, oh yes I was taking a chance
I seemed to be in a deep trance
the brick architecture was old, beautiful and fading
it was quite foggy and wet with gentle rain falling
the looming Eiffel Tower was in the distance
somehow, I knew this had been my destination
it shone in gold brilliance
it was a bright beacon
I walked up a steep spiral staircase to the very top
waiting- you kissed my teardrop
I was weeping and never felt the drop . . .
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February 22, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/I dreamt of him again
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9965-02
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Late February 2018 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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