Lost
I am in a field
surrounded by tall grass and wild flowers.
I sit down,
then you appear.
You hold my hand and kiss me.
I turn to look
at a crow in a distant tree.
The following moment,
you are gone.
And I find myself
in a doorway
watching the falling snow.
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Author:
RL Randall (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2022 14:23
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is based on a dream I once had.
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Comments1
This made me cry and feel so many strong emotions...you are a charming writer
Thank you for the compliment. I feel dreams are a way of trying to make sense of one's emotions.
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