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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Morning Dream

There’s a quiet sigh of a woman
a stifled regret of forlorn love
a shrug of her shoulders

And a whisper of fear
a tearful hope
of a lonely future

And a man moans in his sleep
Tossing through the night
On a solitary divan

Unaccompanied in the forest
waiting for a lover to return
A bird sits on a branch

And a flower unfolds gently
And the grass glistens in the dew
And a girl wonders

When will the love come?
And why is the wait so long
Before he appears

And the breeze scatters leaves 
As the boy strums the strings
Of his new guitar

And the woman walks alone
Small dog barks at her

And I awake