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My Only Sister

Rating: 3.3

I never met my only sister
Never saw her save in dreams.
Sometimes she dressed in drifting mists,
Or else in filmy robes she lazed
In shades of lapis lazuli and chrysoprase.

Silver rings on her slim fingers,
See her dancing in the moonlight,
Swirling hair and golden skin.
I never met her, never kissed her

On the lips, breathed in her incense,
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Raynette Eitel 27 May 2005

This is mystical and lovely. Who among us has not experienced someone out there who visits us in dreams and seems very real? I love your descriptions. Raynette

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Max Reif 25 October 2004

Interesting. Original and sincere, too. Thanks. (I've a sort of mission to show poets posting here they're not alone!)

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