Weep No More
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Weep no more my beauty
his voice comes to me in a midnight dream
and up I float from my bed
over trees and up into the clouds I follow his voice
the air is chilly cold
and I find myself in a cemetery
vast are the headstones row on row
empty with fog is the scene I behold
until, he is walking towards me . . .
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January 17, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Weep No More
Copyright Protected, ID 18-983-248-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Dreams
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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