Julia Ann Holliday Poems

The flowering cherries
Flowing and pink,
Blossoms, like snow
Fall to the ground,
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Emma has eyes, like the heavens of blue,
She has a delicate air of beauty about her too.
If Emma were a season, she would be spring,
She's free and she's happy, like a bird on the wing. Where Emma is, you hear the laughter of great friends,
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Remembering the old schoolroom
with tears and heavy sighs,
Where fear lurked behind
the eyes of innocent child,
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Camelot, rich imagination of mystery and power,
King Arthur, Merlin, the magic sword of Excalibur.
Fair maiden Guinevere, Arthur's queen,
A beloved wife, but faithful not,
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I think alone in dreams,
Quite hoplessly it seems,
That the world could live as one,
Beneath the glowing sun.
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I have a dream, deep in my heart,
I guess it's been there, from the start. I can feel the power, behind the universe,
Lying there in secret, feel it in my verse. I can feel his love, with my simple heart,
And I know he loved me, loved me from the start. And I know he's with me, all along life's way,
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I read a book, a book that's true,
And somehow I remembered you,
So I left my home, and by night I flew,
Three thousand miles, to be with you. Sunrise in Corfu...
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The book lay in a graveyard with the dead.
Its derelict cover, strewn with fallen leaves.
Presumed a relic of the past.
Upon the cover of the book, a faded cross
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I’ve never seen a child so fair,
Golden sand is in your hair,
Beautiful and full of laughter,
Were you an answer to a prayer?
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My dream of tomorrow,
Shall be to protect,
When all of the people
have love and respect.
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