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Winter time sadness by ichigopaul23 via deviantart.com
Dressed in a cloak was this woman in blue,
She beckoned me and whispered,”Oh dear little Sue”,
“Yes milady”, I reply blushing under the summer gaze,
Her green eyes causing me a mezmerising daze,
“Do bring me the book, it is by the window,”
she said pointing with her gloved laced hand,
I dusted the soils of my frock and stood in command,
I recall that tattered book, red-leathered and old,
She never let me near it but I did as I was told,
Then I realized I was but a mere child of 8 so careless, naive, not-a-care and free,
Dismissing the absurd thought, I ran by the glistening sea,
I cross the lawn and into the house seeing the prize I seek at heart,
But before I could seize it and touch it, I awoke with a start,
Who was she and who was I, these questions still bothers me so,
I dreamt it so vividly not too long ago.
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