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Isabella




I dost love thee, as sure as the diamond river would flow

'Tis a dream of dreams as thy flower slowly unfolds

From emerald boughs, we lie, whence a dream flutter of life

Thy wafting scent doth fill my soul, thine song endless flight

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/6/2018 12:42:00 AM
Hi Rick.. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your well crafted write this evening. I always appreciate the giftings of a pen in the hand of a poet!
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