Dropped Into My Dreams
a girl in white dresses,
laced up in black boots,
sings softly to flowers,
while sitting on roots,
she dances with willow,
the man of her dreams,
the one who held her tight,
when she let loose her screams,
his arms made of branches,
circle her waist in desire,
he loved her too tightly,
she freed him with fire,
his roots are now ashes,
she pretends its snow,
she dances with willow,
as the other trees grow
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2013
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