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