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I Dream

The snow is falling down,
the wind blows as I stand to bury my true love;
in tears drown.

Empty inside,
oh, my true love is gone above;
he died.

I cry,
an undreamed of,
why.

The snow is falling down,
oh, my true love is gone above;
why.

Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023

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Christina Bowring Date: 11/4/2023 12:49:00 AM This beautiful poem touches the heart, soul, so deeply dear Constance. So hauntingly sad. Every poem I have the pleasure of reading from your loving, deep, golden pen has an impact on me. I have read some of your poems that I haven’t even been able to comment on because I am literally lost for words in response to them. What I can say, write, is that since joining soup earlier this year, you were one of the great poets that immediately stood out for me. Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 11/6/2023 9:18:00 PM Christina, thank you so much for the compliment on my poem and my writing, that means so much to me, I hope that I touch others with my words just to let them they are not alone in their grief and sadness, blessings, hugs and love Christina Bowring Date: 11/4/2023 12:56:00 AM You have the gift of being able to write both free verse and rhymed poems in all forms so magnificently. As you write dear one, know in your heart that you reach out and touch so many others too, like myself. Your pain, loss, grief, bravery, is shared by all those that read you and feel with you. I’m in awe of you and you are my inspiration- when I wrote my last poem (graveyard scene) I had you in mind! I admire you Constance. Hugs and love to you. Xx