The Gray Stone Sea
I am falling into a dream . . .
and you are smiling down at me;
we are holding hands by a stream,
oh, I am so in love with you,
above the sky is robin blue;
but the sky is suddenly dark . . .
no longer with you in the park;
but walking in a gray stone sea.
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November 8, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Gray Stone Sea
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