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Bereaved
In silent Forest
On star lit night
By crystal waters
Her eyes delight
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On snow capped mountain
The sun dawns bright
Reflections in crimson
Her cheeks ignite
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And rose red petals
On stem of thorns
Blood flows freely
Her lips adorn
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Like webs of silk
In morning dew
Like blackest night
Her hair thus grew​
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Oh soft white blanket
Of new fallen snow
Like the kiss of an Angel
Her skin apropos​
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And as the sweet air of spring
Brings the song of the birds
Like flowers unfolding
Her smile inferred
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An image of beauty
A soul of Pure Light
Majestic in being
My heart takes to flight
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Then I wake from my Dreaming
Her taste on my lips
Her image fast fading
My Memory Eclipsed
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