A happy day
the dreamlast night
this morning
it was there
my young self sitting
on a fallen tree
dappled soft sunlight shining
through the clean, green elms
a dear lost friend
for company
as we sat wordless
comfortable together
echoing birdsong
the rustle
Of leaves
in a soft breeze
the wood is gone
the friend is gone
the years have gone
But what remains
will always live
in my heart my soul
and my memory
those years
can never
be stolen away
i woke to my dream
i am at peace today
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2018-04-19 at 07:12
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