Dream Weaver


Her Mother's Daughter

Beautiful... desirable;
in the sweet green grass... serene, she lay
in the wild flower meadow... with a soft smile... and lash-lowered eyes.
A gentle zephyr stirred the dappled shade beneath the old Oak tree
as languorously, she wove a Daisy chain beneath the summer skies.

She whispered;
'If you carve our names in that old tree... here is a token
of our love... this pretty garland of these blooms that I've been tending;

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