To Touch a Memory
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A sunbeam pierced the snow brushed vale
I traveled the winding road of beauty
Through poplar trees and wild magnolia
Where dancing dreams softly 'twinned
A golden hue of morning light
Where amber fields stretched far beyond
The rolling clouds of morning dawn
To painted the distant hills of snow
To touch a memory still untold
She danced of light
And dreamt of love
Alone for now
A snow white dove
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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