Her Dreams
Her flowing locks were telling
truth in their friendliness
Her smile was Madonna’s envy
innocence flowing forth
Her heartbreak was worn proudly
Against the evilness of a foreign war
Her light honored her man’s sacrifice
Enlightening the other wives
Her dreams were full with his handsomeness
Nightly and for years.
Her lips were petals of flame
against the icy fingers of her lost love
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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