Come into my own
language of silence
of a dream in solitude;
Come with gifted,
rounded ****,
Soft cheeks and eyes as bright
as sunlight on a blue  stream;
Come back in tears,
With memory, hope,
love of yesteryear's,
This dream is so sweet,
too sweet, too bitter-sweet !
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com