A Summer's Day in winter On a lonley winter's day, I dreamt of Summer and she came. Swimming in her infifinte oceans of delight, from which beauty's rivers flow, I tasted her salty tears, And they were sweet. Running along her vast shore's, I dip my head in her soft sand's, My sense's are overpowered, by the fragrance of wild flower's. Sunbeam's dance wildly, I become tangled in them, Lost forever, in this dream, this new reality. Beauty does not define her, for she is the definition of beauty. Dale J. Conway Jan 18, 2000
Reason for writing:
This poem is dedicated to a lady. One who I dream of while awake or asleep. I even dream of her when I don't dream at all.
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Birth sign: Cancer
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