Frozen Dreams

Sun, 02/15/2015 - 08:41 -- Kayenem

Upon the beds of my frozen lake

Where my roses were left to sleep

She lay

In the meadows of my broken hopes

And dreams that never came true

She sat

She heard his voice

She heard my voice

Then she heard the first bird tweet of spring and knew everything would be alright.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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