Alone

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  • Dreams

    Alone

    I made a trek in a dream,
    Searching for you my preciuos gem;
    As I painted in fantasy,
    A pristine wild flower
    That blooms in summer,
    Your splendid tenderness
    And natural beauty,
    That my heart yearns to possess
    And wish to bring into reality.

    If I could only make you real,
    And find myself holding you close.
    Your warmth I reach out to feel,
    Hearing the promise my heart will tell.
    Having you in my arms
    Would bring rapturous life and happiness.
    I will vow to love you forever and always.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Nene’s Poems (1)

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