Tearfilled field
I dream of a field, sea of white,
A vast sleeping sea in the night.
I dream of a girl, a lady, a sight,
Who walks through that field late at night.
She brushes the flowers, and breaths their fumes,
And as she does so, her smile starts to bloom.
She puts down the flower, so gently, sincere,
And from her bright eye falls a tear.
It hits the ground softly and whispers "farewell",
As another clear tear adds itself to the well.
So she cries, night in and night out,
with no one to see, for no one is about.
But from my dreams I can follow with this:
She waits every night for true love's second kiss.

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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/21/2009 2:19:06 AM
Nice rhyme and subject. Dude, you rocked this one out. I liked this a lot!

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