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by Connor
Rated: E · Other · Death · #1859292
A Woman dreams of her past
A rare sunny day is unleashed
I lay on the beach, relaxed and released
I can hear laughter and love in the air
But my life feels so unfair

I can smell the daffodils swaying in my mind
Yet I cannot seek what I want to find
I am alone, quiet and draw nothing in my trap
Yet when I see him in thoughts and dreams, I hear a clap

Beside me is a boy, all sweet and gentle
I dream of my child, inside his cradle
It feels so long that I was happy and free
Until that night, when it ceased to be

As I drive through the forrst of the night
I feel his presence, but not his sight
I lay my head, down to rest
For I'll arrive at his grave, neatly dressed
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