It Snowed In My Dream

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It snowed and snowed the day that I was born,
and for that reason I love falling snow;
in dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn,
and from my pen the words just drip and flow.

Since childhood I've been still and I've been odd,
choosing to read old books and write my words;
In nature,  I would wander and be awed,
while loving songs and beauty of sweet birds.

The snow is falling softly this long night,
I chant a song-    to keep the ghosts away;
and tears are falling, falling till first light.
Can they not stay in tombs in their decay?

Can they just please, just go away, away,
and leave my soul and heart in peace, to pray?

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October 28, 2016

Poetry/English Sonnet/It Snowed In My Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 16-844-112-0
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Duke Beaufort

November 14, 2016 at 8:10 PM

You have a golden touch. Even the ghosts are perhaps put off by the sweet voice you have. It's something that is always there--both ghosts and your love of life. Remarkable you are. How flattered they are that you pay such attention to them and never forget. They might be, at times, smiling over your shoulder and living their lives through your view of this earth. If there were more like you, this would be such a peaceful planet.