I dreamed of the snowmaiden,
white and soft,
of endless warmth
her face was veiled
her mind cleared
of prejudice and hate
worry became my boast,
that the love we shared
would fade like snow
the hot Indian sun
beat copper snakes
to hide in shades
and my inner fears
they melted,
as did i
(From 'Behind the Painted Veil', Outposts Publications, Walton-on-Thames, Surrey,1972)
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