Hello, again, familiar friend.
I seldom dream a dream so sweet,
as this one in which we meet.
Next time stay a little longer.
Bring me flowers and perfume.
Wear your charm and something red.
Angel's harp strings play our songs there.
Upon my shoulder rest your head.
Serenity and hazy bliss,
suspended in unconsciousness.
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Author:
Eulalie Ayers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2022 15:24
- Category: Love
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