There was a dream, broken o’ernight
There wasn’t winter colder than this.
There was a lie spliting thy eyes,
And wasn’t ice colder thy kiss.
But dreams come old, as years’re blown
A mind at rest, yet violent
A youth at peace with all below
A heart whose love was innocent!
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Written 07/10/2011 in remembrance of this day last year.
The saddest day of my life
© Copyright: Пушистый Кот, 2011
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