A Phantom Or a Dream In Reality
A Phantom Or A Dream In Reality
Was she not known for, kindness and grace
Loving deep and a sad fate:
Should we fail to bless her in our remorse
golden arrows to pierce our hides,
flowers bloomed hearing her sweet name-
where the cool shadows often reside;
a mirror wants her image yet again
she that made the angels cry.
Alas! Forever gone is my dearest friend!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015
Note-- Written for the next romance contest
themed on lost love...I am now into writing
as I did when in my early twenties. Inspired
by the memory of a dear friend that died back
in 1977....
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