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Amaira Josephine Poem
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
Copyright © Amaira Josephine | Year Posted 2018
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Amaira Josephine Poem
How many souls
Have come and gone
Before me?
How many had
The same questions?
How many
Found the answers?
And if they found them,
Then why does my soul
Long for the reasons
For their deaths,
For their lives,
The reasons for mine.
And if I should find them,
Will I have the wisdom
To know them as answers,
Or will I lack the understanding,
And see them as questions.
Copyright © Amaira Josephine | Year Posted 2018
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