The Sweet Dream Poem by Aaron Amaro

The Sweet Dream



She wore the cross on her shoulder.

She smiled at me as blood trickled down her cheek.

I gazed into her eyes to find only innocents lived there.

The mighty wind cleaned her rose cheeks.

She spoke yet I only heard a distant whisper.

The whisper pure as it was chilled me.

I awake and coughed up virgin blood.

It smelled sweet was this truly a dream? ”

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